Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.

The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.’ That will be useful.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.