Quotes from E. Powys Mathers

A library of books is the fairest garden in the world, and to walk there is an ecstasy.

Little lonely one, You clung to me as a garment clings; my girl.

O whitest so soft parchment where My poor divorced lips have written excellent Stanzas of kisses, and will write no more.

Is there some esoteric meaning behind the titles?

troubled to the extreme limit of trouble by his radiant face and by the damnation for all souls which shone from it