I wanted so terribly to be good to him.
I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.
Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.
And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.