For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn.

and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.

For it is probable that when people talk aloud, the selves (of which there may be more than two thousand) are conscious of disserverment, and are trying to communicate but when communication is established there is nothing more to be said.

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

I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married

But I don't think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness, but only reached now in middle age.

The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder.