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

Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.

The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life's most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.

... when caught unawares I usually tell the truth, and what's duller than that?

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.

I am not famous for anything in particular. I am just famous.