The excess of his sensibilities may preclude his mind. His sanity is an unknown room: a known room is always smaller than an unknown - Djuna Barnes

His sanity is an unknown room: a known room is always smaller than an unknown.

For a lover who dies, no matter how forgotten, will take somewhat of you to the grave.

The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

She was nervous about the future; it made her indelicate. She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time — because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it. She wanted to be the reason for everything and so was the cause of nothing. She had the fluency of tongue and action meted out by divine providence to those who cannot think for themselves. She was the master of the over-sweet phrase, the over-tight embrace.