You don't know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.

Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.

The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.

The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who - one word- love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him, he felt a warning, a shaft of terror.

I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.

It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right. Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.