It's a good world if you don't weaken.
So long as one is happy one can endure any discipline: it was unhappiness that broke down the habits of work.
Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.
Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.
Love taught me that your honour did but jest.
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.