There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.

For such will be our ruin if you, in the immensity of your public abstractions, forget the private figure, or if we in the intensity of our private emotions forget the public world. Both houses will be ruined, the public and the private, the material and the spiritual, for they are inseparably connected.

But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

I will achieve in my life - Heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me. Out of my suffering I will do it. I will knock. I will enter.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?

Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.