Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.