The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.

To people off alone, as we were, there is something stirring about finding evidences of human labour and care in the soil of an empty country. It comes to you …

A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.

[He] didn't know what to say. He didn't even know the name for what he was feeling. 'I think that I don't know you.' she looked at him, a little perplexed. 'No…

Communication is - start by understanding - your own understanding about people. Even though you want them to understand you, you know, it is - unless you unde…

I have discovered motives, my own and everyone else's, to be impenetrable.