All I kept thinking about, over and over, was "You can't live forever; you can't live forever".

Self-indulgence is back of evil.

When people have so much for outsiders didn’t it indicate a lack of inner intensity?

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure.

Human sympathy has its limits.

... splendor is something in the heart.

You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not.

...since sometimes beauty gives back the images of one’s best thoughts.

“I’ve made very few big mistakes—”
“—Only the very big ones, Baby.”

A sense of the fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.

I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

Nothing could be superior to “good instincts,” honor, courtesy, and courage.

The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.

Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.