Illusions are like umbrellas - you no sooner get them than you lose them, and the loss always leaves a little painful wound.

He exulted in the possession of himself once more; he realized how much of the delight of the world he had lost when he was absorbed in that madness which they called love; he had had enough of it; he did not want to be in love anymore if love was that.

Common sense and nature will do a lot to make the pilgrimage of life not too difficult.

The artist can within limits make what he likes of his life... It is only the artist, and maybe the criminal, who can make his own.

I've always been interested in people, but I've never liked them.

When married people don't get on they can separate, but if they're not married it's impossible. It's a tie that only death can sever.

He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.