The time to begin most things is ten years ago.
The hardest-learned lesson: that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind.
Most of our diversions do not so much delay death as accustom us to it.
At the beginning of a love affair, not even the neurotic is neurotic.
The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.
Desire is in men a hunger, in women only an appetite.