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.

What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?

I can't talk you in terms of time --your time and my time are different

We forget very easily what gives us pain.

Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.

One can't love humanity. One can only love people.

I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the possibility of love dying.