This world is good enough for me, if only I can be good enough for it.

It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.

Proust has listed a great many reasons why it is impossible to be happy, but, in the course of being happy, one finds it difficult to remember them.

Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.

I'm afraid I take ... this rather clinical view of love: it's saving you from madness. I'm not so enthusiastic as other poets have been.

This world is good enough for me, if only I can be good enough for it.

The central function of imaginative literature is to make you realize that other people act on moral convictions different from your own.