I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.

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

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

An unread book is just a block of paper.

It isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords.