Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.

Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.

The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.

I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.