The poet has to make a synthesis out of the moral life of our time, and this life is lived at this moment on a political plane.

Traveling together is a great test, which has damaged many friendships and even honeymoons, and some people such as [Thomas] Gray and Horace Walpole, never feel quite the same to one another again, and it is nobody's fault, as one knows if one listens to the stories of both, though it seems to be some people's fault more than others.

Atheism was natural enough, but heresy seemed strange. For, surely, if one could believe anything, one could believe everything.

A hot bath! How exquisite a vespertine pleasure, how luxurious, fervid and flagrant a consolation for the rigours, the austerities, the renunciations of the day.

It was a book to kill time for those who liked it better dead.

When I have eaten mangoes, I have felt like Eve.

miss my daily Mass, and have a superstitious feeling that anything may happen on the days I don't go. However, nothing in particular has.