Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.

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.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

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

Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.

We can only learn to love by loving.

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