Addiction is perhaps a sickness of the spirit.

As for love . . . no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.

In my case such an expression as 'to be fallen for' or even 'to be loved' is not in the least appropriate; perhaps it describes the situation more accurately to say that I was 'looked after.

Last year nothing happened The year before nothing happened And the year before that nothing happened.

But happiness is being able to hope, however faintly, for happiness. So, at least, we must believe if we are to live in the world of today.

The world, after all, was still a place of bottomless horror. It was by no means a place of childlike simplicity where everything could be settled by a simple then-and-there decision.

Now even if I die, no one will be so grieved as to do himself bodily harm.