He had known so much about her once -what she thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most.

How do I know what I have to say wntil I see what I have said?

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

Nonsense and beauty have close connections.

Nature pulls one way and human nature another.

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.