Ah, ladies and gentlemen, a man lives a sad life when he cannot take anything or anyone seriously.

The great European novel started out as entertainment, and every true novelist is nostalgic for it. In fact, the themes of those great entertainments are terribly serious-think of Cervantes!

In the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

But what had happened, had happened, and it was no longer possible to right anything.

There is no perfection only life

Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short.