When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets.

Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?

Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words."

Her flowerlike lips touched the withered cheek and warmed its frost.

Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity. It is their distinguishing characteristic."

"Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know,"

this grey monstrous London of ours, with its myriads of people, its sordid sinners, and its splendid sins,

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.