Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

Only connect!...Only connect the prose and the passion.

The woman who can't influence her husband to vote the way she wants ought to be ashamed of herself.

One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.

One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.