Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment: only there does its satisfaction lie.

Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment: only there does its satisfaction lie.

Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.

I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.