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.

Thinking is my fighting.

A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.

Submit to me." So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as if the people there had fallen alseep, she thought; were free like smoke, were free to come and go like ghosts. They have no suffering there, she thought.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea.