Pride is what you can afford or think you can afford.

Because clearly the most amazing thing had happened: by some chance - no, the lover does not believe in chance, but destiny - destiny had arranged it so that the man and woman who had made the original whole, then somehow divided and separated by an angry God, had met up again, and now must reform the rightful, righteous whole. At once!

The desire for self-expression afflicts people when they feel there is something of themselves which is not getting through to the outside world.

Much sheer effort goes into avoiding the truth; left to itself, it sweeps in like the tide.

one tends to suspect others of what one is guilty of oneself. The unfaithful wife is quick to suspect the husband of infidelity.

Prudence says one thing, desire says another, and I'd rather go with desire any time.

There is no real escape from autobiography into biography. The self has to be faced, or we die.