The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

There is no shelter in you anywhere.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.

Life is a quest and love a quarrel