Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

When the object is perceived as particular and unique and not merely the member of a family, when it appears independent of any general notion and detached from the sanity of a cause, isolated and inexplicable in the light of ignorance, then and only then may it be a source of enchantment.

My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.

As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.