I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.

Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.

The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.

I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.

I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you.