There is much good luck in the world, but it is luck. We are none of us safe. We are children, playing or quarrelling on the line.

Liking one person is an extra reason for liking another.

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.

I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I'd like to be.

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