The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.

He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea.

There were many, many stages in the ebbing of her love for him, but it was always ebbing.