A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.

How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.

People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.

Don't bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself.

I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it.

...I would think how words go straight up in a thin line, quick and harmless, and how terribly doing goes along the earth, clinging to it, so that after a while the two lines are too far apart for the same person to straddle from one to the other; and that sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.

Only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while.