I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.

The problem of pretending to be alive.

Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.

Have you seen a room from which faith has gone? Like a marriage from which love has gone. And patience, patience everywhere like a fog.

So much of life [is] a putting-off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing [is] ever lost by delay.

Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?

I've caught belief like a disease. I've fallen into belief like I fell in love.