How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived.

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

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.

Jealousy comes from self-love rather than from true love.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.

Human affairs are not serious, but they have to be taken seriously.

To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.