Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.