Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.

Charm, in most men and nearly all women, is a decoration.

Hardship is vanishing, but so is style, and the two are more closely connected than the present generation supposes.

An efficiency-regime cannot be run without a few heroes stuck about it to carry off the dullness - much as plums have to be put into bad pudding to make it palatable.

He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.

Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.