Healthy people have a natural skill of avoiding feverish eyes.

... unhappiness is like marriage. We believe we chose it, but then it is choosing us. That is how it is, we can do nothing about it.

From the moment absurdity is recognized, it becomes a passion, the most harrowing of all. But whether or not one can live with one's passions, whether or not one can accept their law, which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt - that is the whole question.

At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.

Beauty, no doubt, does not make revolutions. But a day will come when revolutions will have need of beauty.

Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.

But - I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all - that is my trouble.