[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.

... Rembrandt is not a painter at all. He is a creator, who creates his beings, three dimensional living beings, on a two-dimensional flat surface which acts as a mute, and enforces silence on them.

You are only young once. At the time it seems endless, and is gone in a flash; and then for a very long time you are old.

There is a period in one's life - perhaps not longer than six months - when one lives in two worlds at once ... It is the time when one has freshly learned to read. The Word, till then a denominating aspect of the Thing, has suddenly become detached from it and is perceived as a glittering entity, transparent and unseizable as a jellyfish, yet able to create an independent world that is both more recondite and more instantaneously convincing than the world one knew before.

There are some women ... in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else.

Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.

One cannot revoke a true happiness.