The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care? Oh, it is dreadfully bitter to look at a woman whom you have loved with all your heart and soul, so that you felt you could not bear to let her out of your sight, and realize that you would not mind if you never saw her again. The tragedy of love is indifference.

You must not pursue a success, but fly from it.

But what is criticism? Criticism is purely destructive; anyone can destroy, but not everyone can build up.

Self-control might be as passionate and as active as the surrender to passion.

I'd sooner be smashed into a mangled pulp by a bus when we cross the street than look forward to a life like yours.

No woman is worth more than a fiver unless you're in love with her. Then she's worth all she costs you.

One cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one's soul.