Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.

There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.

In the shortest sea voyage there is no sense of time. You have been down in the cabin for hours or days or years. Nobody knows or cares. You know all the people to the point of indifference. You do not believe in dry land any more - you are caught in the pendulum itself, and left there, idly swinging.

What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.