I suppose the love of life which periodically deserts most men was returning: like sexual desire, it moves in cycles.

But the great moment was over - here in Orizaba it was like Galilee between the Crucifixion and the Resurrection - all the enthusiasm had been spent.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

The old lady knelt, saying her 'Hail Mary'; She didn't believe - but among Catholics even the sceptical are courteous.

The light has gone out of my life.

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom A smile of joy since I was born In secret pleasure - se…

Love is the whole history of a woman's life, it is an episode in a man's.