What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.

I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.

How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!

Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.

This is what I like, sitting at a table and watching people go by. It does something to your outlook on life. The Anglo-Saxons make a great mistake not staring at people from a sidewalk table.