I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

What's terrible is that there's nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

I'm incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn't want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I'd never experienced it.

I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor's nature.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.