There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost

Self-expression is a hard and selfish thing. It eats everything, even the self. At the end you find you haven't even got a self to express.

There was a tacit understanding between them that 'liquor helped'; growing more miserable with every glass one hoped for the moment of relief.

Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.

If you live in a place for long you cease to read about it.

You needn't be so scared. Love doesn't end. Just because we don't see each other.

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.