Love taught me that your honour did but jest.

He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.

A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.

Yesterday I went home with him and we did the usual things. I haven't the nerve to put them down, but I'd like to, because now when I'm writing it's already tomorrow and I'm afraid of getting to the end of yesterday. As long as I go on writing, yesterday is today and we are still together

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

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 . . .

Any man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God.