But questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence
Those who prepare for war get it.
Youth knows no remedy for grief but death.
Everybody's tragedy is somebody's nuisance.
What with the reviews of critics, the sarcasms of one's friends, the reproaches of one's own taste, there's precious little peace after publishing a book.
Love needs the stiffening of respect, the give and take of equality.