The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.

I hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They seemed touching, and rather spectacular, and I thought I would carry them around with me, like the relic of a dead lover, till they wore off of their own accord.

My wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them.

If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.

A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.

I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow.

The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment.