I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

Inevitably we look upon society, so kind to you, so harsh to us, as an ill-fitting form that distorts the truth; deforms the mind; fetters the will.

Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure

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.

It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred.

Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.