Truth is a flower in whose neighbourhood others must wither.

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.

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

There's never any great risk as long as you have money.

. . . life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t'other from which . . .

I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.