...though nothing is damaged, everything is changed.

I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

Humility is a quality for which I have only a limited admiration. In many phases of life it is a great mistake and degenerates into defensiveness or hypocrisy.

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.

God is not Love in the East. He is Power, although Mercy may temper it.

In the novel we can know people perfectly, and, apart from the general pleasure of reading, we can find here a compensation for their dimness in life.

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.