No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.

Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.

to leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.

If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.

Habit, of which passion must be wary, may all the same be the sweetest part of love.

The paradox of romantic love -- that what one possesses, one can no longer desire -- was at work.

Imagination of my kind is most caught, most fired, most worked upon by the unfamiliar: I have thrivenon the changes and chances, the dislocations andcontrasts which have made up so much of my life.