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

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

The value of books is proportionate to what may be called their plasticity -- their quality of being all things to all men, of being diversely moulded by the impact of fresh forms of thought.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision. That new, that personal, vision is attained only by looking long enough at the object represented to make it the writer's own; and the mind which would bring this secret gem to fruition must be able to nourish it with an accumulated wealth of knowledge and experience.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

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

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.