No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

Life is not so idiotically mathematical that only the big eat the small; it is just as common for a bee to kill a lion or at least to drive it mad.

It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.

The further from one another, the nearer one can be.

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

Not everyone is capable of madness; and of those lucky enough to be capable, not many have the courage for it.

Sorrow has the fortunate peculiarity that it preys upon itself. It dies of starvation. Since it is essentially an interruption of habits, it can be replaced by new habits. Constituting, as it does, a void, it is soon filled up by a real horror vacuum.