Youth is a period of missed opportunities.

For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?

A mutually fulfilled sexual union between two people is the rarest sensation which life can provide. But it is not quite real. It stops when the telephone rings. Such a passion can be kept at its early strength only by adding to it either more and more unhappiness (jealousy, separation, doubt, renunciation), or more and more artificiality (drink, technique, stage-illusions). Whoever has missed this has never lived, who lives for it alone is but partly alive.

That sinister Stonehenge of economic man, Rockefeller Center.

He [George Orwell] would not blow his nose without moralising on conditions in the handkerchief industry.

The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.