Human sympathy has its limits.

I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.

If all your clothes are worn to the same state, it means you go out too much.

How different it all was from what you'd planned.

They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.