Art is not only the desire to tell one's secret; it is the desire to tell it and hide it at the same time.

Now he discovered that secret from which one never quite recovers, that even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other. There may be two equally good, equally gifted, equally beautiful, but theremay never be two that love one another equally well.

Hope, like faith, is nothing if it is not courageous; it is nothing if it is not ridiculous.

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?

Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

People are meant to go through life two by two. ’Tain’t natural to be lonesome.