Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

Everyone else is just cocktails.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.

You are afraid of me, because I talk like a sphinx.