“But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.”

Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can’t use the wrong words.

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman.

I will go down with my colours flying.

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.

Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.

Love had a thousand shapes.

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

Taking action means saying ‘no’ to indifference. If there is a war to be waged, it is the war against the indifference which is eating away at our societies.

I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

I love you so much that nothing can matter to me, not even you, only my love, not your answer, not even your indifference

A youthful heart does not tolerate injustice and cannot bow to a “throw-away culture” nor give in to the globalization of indifference.

Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.

A culture is not the anonymous product of undifferentiate d masses, but the sum of the intellectual achievements of individual men.

Nature is relentless and unchangeable, and it is indifferent as to whether its hidden reasons and actions are understandable to man or not.

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.