I thought I should be a fool to allow work to interfere with a delight in the passing moment that I might never enjoy again so fully.

Passion is destructive; if it does not destroy, it dies.

He was the kind of man with whom one would have hesitated to pass a lonely evening, but with whom one might cheerfully have looked forward to spending six mont…

It may be that if I lead the life I've planned for myself it may affect others; the effect may be no greater than the ripple caused by a stone thrown in a pond…