We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.

The word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.

... the public and the private worlds are inseparably connected ... the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other.

Illness is a part of every human being's experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals.

Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!