You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

Only the impossible lasts forever.

I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill up the hole that the mice came through.

One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.