It is beautiful, beautiful to give; one of the very most beautiful things in life.

... without it (love), without, anyhow, the capacity for it, people didn't seem to be much good. Dry as old bones, cold as stones, they seemed to become, when love was done; inhuman, indifferent, self-absorbed, numb.

Who can begin conventional amiability the first thing in the morning?

if you have once thoroughly bored somebody it is next to impossible to unbore him.

If one believed in angels one would feel that they must love us best when we are asleep and cannot hurt each other; and what a mercy it is that once in every twenty-four hours we are too utterly weary to go on being unkind.

Impossible for anyone to conceive the torments of his nights in bed with his beloved one and estranged from her. That turning of backs, that cold space between their two unhappy bodies.

Reading was very important; the proper exercise and development of one's mind was a paramount duty.