They were like two enemies in love with one another.
It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
This is my last message to you: in sorrow, seek happiness.
Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.
I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am a most unpleasant man.