“The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.”

“The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her”

“In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine, connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least – for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”

“One of these days the entire Western world will grind to a halt, its apparatus clogged with forms, files and memoranda.”

“If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?”

“Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.”