If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.

If a thing's worth doing at all, it's worth doing well.

that is not the last word; it is not even an apt word; it is a dead word from ten years back.

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.

These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book.

I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy. ... Or it may be a private bargain between me and God, that if I give up this one thing I want so much, however bad I am, He won't quite despair of me in the end.