youth is a marvelous garment

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.

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

All our failures are ultimately failures in love.

The notion that one can liberate another soul from captivity is an illusion of the very young.

Food is a profound subject and one, incidentally, about which no writer lies.

Literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions.