Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning.
I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.
There are many victories worse than a defeat.
She hates everything that is not what she longs for.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
We could never have loved the earth so well if we had no childhood in it if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass . . .