No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.
It takes two to make an accident.
he could transform the barest incident into a thing of curve and contour.
...one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.
Progress was a labyrinth ... people plunging blindly in and then rushing wildly back, shouting that they had found it ... the invisible king-the élan vital-the principle of evolution ... writing a book, starting a war, founding a school.
It was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved--so easy to be loved--so hard to love.