I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.

Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.

Speech is an old torn net, through which the fish escape as one casts it over them.

You have been in every way all that anyone could be.... If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.

and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.

Alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know