One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.

Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?

Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.

and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage

A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it's there complete in the mind, if only at the back.

Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. He wanted another landscape, and another tongue.