It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now

I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.

To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

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

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

As he paid the hansom and followed his wife's long train into the house he took refuge in the comforting platitude that the first six months were always the most difficult in marriage. 'After that I suppose we shall have pretty nearly finished rubbing off each other’s angles,' he reflected; but the worst of it was that May's pressure was already bearing on the very angles whose sharpness he most wanted to keep