We can only learn to love by loving.

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

To be a complete victim may be another source of power.

Only lies and evil come from letting people off.

Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

A death is the most terrible of facts.

We re all muddlers. The thing is to see is when one's got to stop muddling.

Just let them come, visit, like birds.

The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the rules of the game forbid assuagement.