Human sympathy has its limits.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

People talk of the courage of convictions, but in actual life a man's duty to his family may make a rigid course seem a selfish indulgence of his own righteousness.

But I always felt that I'd rather be provincial hot-tamale than soup without seasoning.

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.