Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

I just enjoy translating, it's like opening one's mouth and hearing someone else's voice emerge.

True love gallops, it flies, it is the swiftest of all modes of thought, swifter even than hate and fear.

One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.