Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

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

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

A man kept his character even when he was insane.

A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance from journalists is that novelists are trying to write the truth and journalists are trying to write fiction.

But I'm a bad priest, you see. I know--from experience--how much beauty Satan carried down with him when he fell. Nobody ever said the fallen angels were the ugly ones. Oh, no, they were just as quick and light and . . .

How strange too and unfamiliar to think that one had been loved, that one's presence had once had the power to make a difference between happiness and dullness in another's day.