One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it.
We are minor in everything but our passions.
Someone soon to start on a journey is always a little holy.
The paradox of romantic love -- that what one possesses, one can no longer desire -- was at work.
the slight sense of degeneracy induced by reading novels before luncheon
One's sentiments -- call them that -- one's fidelities are so instinctive that one hardly knows they exist: only when they are betrayed or, worse still, when one betrays them does one realize their power.