The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

In England, life is a long process of composing oneself.

... one doesn't really profit from experience; one merely learns to predict the next mistake.

There is balance in life, but not fairness.

It's nervous work. The state you need to write in is the state that others are paying large sums of money to get rid of.

Did you ever notice how easy it is to forgive a person any number of faults for one endearing characteristic, for a certain style, or some commitment to life - while someone with many good qualities is insupportable for a single defect if it happens to be a boring one?

Madness might sometimes give access to a kind of knowledge. But was not a guarantee.