“God,” she cried, “what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth weigh! She couldn't tell me the truth because she had never planned it; her life was a continual accident, and how can you be prepared for that? Everything we can't bear in this world, some day we find in one person, and love it all at once.”

No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into.

A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.

The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss.

Destiny and history are untidy.

Why is it that whenever I hear music I think I’m a bride?