What did it all mean? He thought of his own life, the high hopes with which he had entered upon it, the limitations which his body forced upon him, his friendlessness, and the lack of affection which...
Was it necessary to tell me that you wanted nothing in the world but me?'The corners of his mouth drooped peevishly.Oh, my dear, it's rather hard to take quite literally the things a man says when he'...
Unless love is passion, it's not love, but something else; and passion thrives not on satisfaction, but on impediment.
TheAlmighty can hardly be such a fool as the churches makeout. If you keep His laws I don’t think He can care apacket of pins whether you believe in Him or not.
She could not admit but that he had remarkable qualities, sometimes she thought that there was even in him a strange and unattractive greatness; it was curious then that she could not love him, but lo...
It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories.
It is cruel to discover one's mediocrity only when it is too late. It does not improve the temper.
Insensibly he formed the most delightful habit in the world, the habit of reading: he did not know that thus he was providing himself with a refuge from all the distress of life; he did not know eithe...
If it is necessary sometimes to lie to others, it is always despicable to lie to oneself.
I only wanted to suggest to you that self-sacrifice is a passion so overwhelming that beside it even lust and hunger are trifling.
I guessed that he would have a passionate bedfellow that night, but would never know to what prickings of conscience he owed her ardor.
I could have forgiven it if he'd fallen desperately in love with someone and gone off with her. I should have thought that natural. I shouldn't really have blamed him. I should have thought he was led...
How happy life would be if an undertaking retained to the end the delight of its beginning, if the dregs of a cup of wine were as sweet as the first sip.
His habit of reading isolated him: it became such a need that after being in company for some time he grew tired and restless; he was vain of the wider knowledge he had acquired from the perusal of so...
He had always had a passion for life and the idealism he had come across seemed to him for the most part a cowardly shrinking from it. The idealist withdrew himself because he could not suffer the jos...
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.
Have you ever thought of death? Why should I? It doesn't matter.
A thing that had always struck her about the child was that he seemed so collected. She had never seen him cry. And now she realized that his calmness was some instinctive shame of showing his feeling...
He had few illusions, for here are some of the things that life had taught him: Men hate those whom they have injured; men love those whom they have benefited; men naturally avoid their benefactors; m...
I can imagine no more comfortable frame of mind for the conduct of life than a humorous resignation.