Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.

Most things disappoint till you look deeper.

To comfort me is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.

You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood?.

No building was safe from the furniture, the pictures, the human beings that it would presently contain.

...every monologue sooner or later becomes a discussion.

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.