The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

I find to my astonishment that an unhappy marriage goes on being unhappy when it is over.

All disgrace smells alike. Differences in ruin are only matters of degree.

Because hypocrisy stinks in the nostrils one is likely to rate it as a more powerful agent for destruction than it is.

it is necessary that we should all have a little of the will to die, because otherwise we would find the performance of our biological duty of death too difficult.

The redemptive power of divine grace no longer seemed credible, nor very respectable in the arbitrary performance that was claimed for it.

Just how difficult it is to write biography can be reckoned by anybody who sits down and considers just how many people know the real truth about his or her love affairs.