Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues.
The entry of a child into any situation changes the whole situation.
Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.
Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.