Books are to be called for and supplied on the assumption that the process of reading is not a half-sleep, but in the highest sense an exercise, a gymnastic struggle; that the reader is to do something for himself.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.