Meetings that do not come off keep a character of their own. They stay as they were projected.

Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms.

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.

Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it.

Ghosts, we hope, may be always with us - that is, never too far out of the reach of fancy. On the whole, it would seem they adapt themselves well, perhaps better than we do, to changing world conditions - they enlarge their domain, shift their hold on our nerves, and, dispossessed of one habitat, set up house in another. The universal battiness of our century looks like providing them with a propitious climate.

Almost everyone admits to hunger during the Opera.... Hunger is so exalting that during a last act you practically levitate.

First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.