Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

Not all of life's roads are set fast, for a man may do this or a man may do that and not even the gods know the mind of a man.

Well, pray if you like, only you'd do better to use your judgment.

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

Man lives consciously for himself, but is an unconscious instrument in the attainment of the historic, universal, aims of humanity.

He had the unlucky capacity many men have of seeing and believing in the possibility of goodness and truth, but of seeing the evil and falsehood of life too clearly to take any serious part in it.

It's like scarlet fever: one has to get it over." "Then one should invent a way of inoculating love, like vaccination.