Most things disappoint till you look deeper.

It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

What an unbearable creature he must have been in those days--and yet in those days he had been comparatively innocent. That was another mystery: it sometimes seemed to him that venial sins--impatience, an unimportant lie, pride, a neglected opportunity--cut you off from grace more completely than the worst sins of all. Then, in his innocence, he had felt no love for anyone; now in his corruption he had learnt.

I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.

As long as nothing happens anything is possible.

A major character has to come somehow out of the unconscious.

...and yet could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions -- it was the sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make me happy and miserable.