When we are not sure, we are alive.

At one with the One, it didn't mean a thing besides a glass of Guinness on a sunny day.

Who knows whether there may not be a moment in childhood when the world changes forever, like making a face when the clock strikes?

A ruling passion gives to a shelf of novels the unity of a system.

Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.

When he was young, he had thought love had something to do with understanding, but with age he knew that no human being understood another. Love was the wish to understand, and presently with constant failure the wish died, and love died too perhaps or changed into this painful affection, loyalty, pity.

He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.