The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.

The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.

I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.

I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.

..it's awful not to be loved. It's the worst thing in the world...It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.

Then it is better, sir, to love whom one cannot have?" "Probably better," Lancelot said. "Certainly safer.