One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well -but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

Perhaps if we lived with less physical beauty we would develop our true natures more.

Nothing creates such untruth in you as the wish to please.

I never had, or wished for, power over you. That isn't true, of course. I wanted the greatest power of all. but not advantage, or authority.

I wasn't convinced a shop girl would know the word 'Oedipal.

It is the impulse of our century, with its nearly religious belief in magnitude, to fling an institution into every void.

In thoughts one keeps a reserve of hope, in spite of everything. You cannot say good-bye in imagination. That is something you can only do in actuality.