You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid

The sign of a Philistine age is the cry of immorality against art.

Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failures.

you will always love, and you will always be loved

Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.

Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.