They haven't left us much to believe, have they? — even disbelief. I can't believe in anything bigger than a home, or anything vaguer than a human being.

Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.

Perhaps the comparison is closer to the Chinese cook who leaves hardly any part of a duck unserved.

To be in love is to see yourself as someone else sees you, it is to be in love with the falsified and exalted image of yourself. In love we are incapable of honor - the courageous act is no more than playing a part to an audience of two.

I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard of course she could not love me at all.

We never get accustomed to being less important to other people than they are to us.

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