Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial—notoriously less stable and less inherent than the nature of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.

Freedom is just chaos with better lighting

Life demands discomfort and pain.

Over time, we commit acts with intentions, either good or bad, that require forgiveness.

If we were entirely sane, if madness did not have a serious grip on one side of us, other people's tragedies would hold a great deal less interest for us.

In Spain people have lunch and dinner a lot later - when I return to England I'll have to eat alone at midnight.

Bank account statement just look like I'm ready for early retirement

Love isn't like a reservoir. You'll never drain it dry. It's much more like a natural spring. The longer and farther it flows, the stronger and deeper and clearer it becomes.

The rich are richer, and the poor are poorer, in the city than elsewhere; and, as a rule, the greater are the riches of the rich and the poverty of the poor.

A friend who loved perfection would be the perfect friend, did not that love shut his door on me.

There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.