Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this co...
For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being a...
But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.
Big Ben struck the half hour.How extraordinary it was, strange, yes, touching, to see the old lady (they had been neighbors ever so many years) move away from the window, as if she were attached to th...
At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial – and any question about sex is that – one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold. One...
The mind of man works with strangeness upon the body of time. An hour once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length on the ot...
It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.
When you are silent you are again beautiful.
Well, I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married.
Thinking is my fighting.
Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel...
There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.
There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.
The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is throughour eyes; if we blink or look aside, or turn back to finger what Plato said or remember Napoleon and his conquests, we inflicton the w...
She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily, drowned under water, he thought.
She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of p...
One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.