What a shame that allowances have to stop with the teens: both those that are paid to us and those that are made for us.

Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.

Neurotic: someone who can go from the bottom to the top, and back again, without ever once touching the middle.

The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.

We can never understand other people's motives, nor their furniture.