Love had failed. Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. it could not do things.

Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?

He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a warrior who is homeless but stands fully armed.

If you introduce the human figure you at once arouse either disgust or desire.

He lived on, miserable and misunderstood, as before, and increasingly lonely. One cannot write those words too often: Maurice’s loneliness: it increased.

The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.

I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.

Too late... everything's always too late.

Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can’t really happen outside sleep.

Human beings sometimes find a kind of pleasure in nursing painful emotions, in blaming themselves without reason or even against reason.

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, both create a beautiful symphony of life.

It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.

I always wanted to make people feel something.

All the records I've made have pretty much been big club turntable records. You need to feel the rhythm.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

Necessity can set me helpless on my back, but she cannot keep me there; nor can four walls limit my vision.

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day