I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other. It may be the very recognition of all men as our brothers that accounts for the sibling rivalry, and even enmity, we have toward so many of them.

Life is a zoo in a jungle.

We know the human brain is a device to keep the ears from grating on one another.

Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.