There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.
All art is the struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.
There is no triumph of good, and if there were it would not be a triumph of good.
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.
Every persisting marriage is based on fear', said Peregrine. 'Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what's at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you to put the foot in it or whether it makes you to cower.