Our problem is not that we desire too much but too little.
Gone! ...And you and I quite crestfallen.
Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive yet tasted one of the most sublime enjoyments of life.
Selfishness has never been admired.
In our own case we accept excuses too easily; in other people's, we do not accept them easily enough.
I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop.