The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.
He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.
Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.
When a man says he doesn't understand a woman it's because he won't take the trouble.
It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.
Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.