People who boast of happy marriages are, I submit, usually self-deceivers, if not actually liars.

People who boast of happy marriages are, I submit, usually self-deceivers, if not actually liars.

until I have been able to bury my head so deep in dear London that I can forget that I have ever been away I am inconsolable.

Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.

A letter is a barrier, a reprieve, a charm against the world, an almost infallible method of acting at a distance.

Every artist is an unhappy lover.

Art and psychoanalysis give shape and meaning to life and that is why we adore them, but life as it is lived has no shape and meaning.