Dr Weiss, At Forty, Knew That Her

The Essence Of Romantic Love Is That Wonderful Beginning, After Which Sadness And Impossibility May Become The Rule.

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

It Will Be A Pity If Women In The More Conventional Mould Are To Be Phased Out, For There Will Never Be Anyone To Go Home To.

I Suppose What One Wants Really Is Ideal Company And Books Are Ideal Company.

You Have No Idea How Promising The World Begins To Look Once You Have Decided To Have It All For Yourself. And How Much Healthier Your Decisions Are Once They Become Entirely Selfish.