Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

But can we go to posterity with a sheaf of loose pages, or ask the readers of those days, with the whole of literature before them, to sift our enormous rubbis…

Theirs, too, is the word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.

Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of these terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voice…

To two men living the same number of years, the world always provides the same sum of experiences. It is up to us to be conscious of them.

'Time lost is time when we have not lived a full human life, time unenriched by experience, creative endeavor, enjoyment, and suffering.'

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.