“Her heart was broken perhaps, but it was a small inexpensive organ of local manufacture. In a wider and grander way she felt things had been simplified.”

Once you start changing a name, you see, there’s no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.

Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.

Mr. Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in.

The only thing that it is advisable to know in any language is the numerals; and even there, you can do a lot with the fingers.

They are a very decent generous lot of people out here and they don’t expect you to listen. It’s the secret of social ease in this country. They talk entirely for their own pleasure. Nothing they say is designed to be heard.

I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.

Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.

Its a rather pleasant change when all your life you’ve had people looking after you, to have someone to look after yourself. Only of course it has to be someone pretty hopeless to need looking after by me.

I think it’s one of the kindest things you can do to the very wicked, to give them time to repent.

I think there’s almost nothing I can’t excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.

He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic – that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.

After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person.

Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.

When you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.

Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.

Ask me about the time you broke my heart and I’ll tell you how I put it back together again.

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

I broke my own heart, hoping that you would find parts of me that you could love.

And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun

Heartbroken over a love that didn’t even exist.