It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.

Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.