Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.

Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had

She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.

we both fitted. If our corners were not rubbed off they were at least pulled in. But deep in us both was something that made us require more for happiness. I didn't know what I wanted

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the memory so possessed him that for the moment there was nothing to do but to pretend.

There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.