I know nothing - nothing in the world - of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone - horribly alone.

And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me.

I couldn't regard myself as personally repulsive. No man can, or, if he ever comes to do so, that is the end of him.

He added that a Frenchman in the train had given him a great sandwich that so stank of garlic that he had been inclined to throw it at the fellow's head.

The world is full of places to which I want to return

I know nothing - nothing in the world - of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone - horribly alone.

It's the quality of harmony, sir. The quality of being in harmony with you own soul. God having given you your own soul you are then in harmony with Heaven.