The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.

But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.

Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.

Be the most you can be, so life will be more because you were.