I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.

Thoughts without words… Can that be?

Whenever you see a board up with "Trespassers will be prosecuted," trespass at once.

Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.

How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?

So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery, and the sacrifice of wealth and chastity which used to be said to be the greatest of human disasters, a mere flea-bite in comparison.

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.