The best letters of our time are precisely those that can never be published.
I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.
As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.
And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.