The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

Fail, fail again, fail better.

Love requited is a short circuit.

Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.