nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

Then he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm.

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.

The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name.