The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit.
I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.
O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone for ever.
Sometimes I see myself reflected too closely in other men for comfort, and then I have an enormous wish to believe in the saints, in heroic virtue.
In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.
Childhood was the germ of all mistrust. You were cruelly joked upon and then you cruelly joked. You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.