Morality, too, is a question of time.

I must warn you that the books I like are not necessarily the ones I think are the best. I like them for various reasons not always easy to explain.

Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.

Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.

but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.

There is always something left to love.