Youth is not enough. And love is not enough. And success is not enough. And, if we could achieve it, enough would not be enough.

The three horrors of modern life - talk without meaning, desire without love, work without satisfaction.

Neurotics expect you to remember all the things that they tell you, and many that they don't.

The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.

Everybody can write; writers can't do anything else.

We are irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they?

We are seldom happy with what we now have, but would go to pieces if we lost any part of it.