“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.”

To think is to be sick.

Youth is cause, effect is age; so with the thickening of the neck we get data.

Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

I've seen death and I didn't like it.

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.