Jealousy ... survives every other passion of mankind.

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

The best letters of our time are precisely those that can never be published.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

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?

Let us not take for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.