It seems to me that in the orbit of our world you are the North Pole, I the South--so much in balance, in agreement--and yet... the whole world lies between.

Man is born to live, to suffer, and to die, and what befalls him is a tragic lot. There is no denying this in the final end. But we must deny it all along the way.

Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into the nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.

A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.

...he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.

Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you.

There’s no sight on earth more appealing than that of a woman making dinner for someone she loves.