Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.
The past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future.
A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.
Justice is a terrible but necessary thing.
It is the loving, not the loved, woman who feels loveable.
Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.