When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.

Suspense: the only literary tool that has any effect upon tyrants and savages.

The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.

I don't know what to think until I see what I've said.

Of course he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement.

I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die — I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I'm just not there.

This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.