The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills — and as immortal.

The realization that life is absurdand cannot be an end, but only abeginning. This is a truth nearly allgreat minds have taken as their starting point.

People marry through a variety of other reasons, and with varying results: but to marry for love is to invite inevitable tragedy.

Everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken atwill from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness.

Good and evil keep very exact accounts... and the face of every man is their ledger.

The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills — and as immortal.

Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.