“To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.”
“Excess of love, did ye say? There was no excess, there was defect. She loved her son too little, not too much. If she had loved him more there'd be no difficulty.”
“We love neither God nor our neighbor as we should. Our love in spiritual things is "too defective, in worldly things too excessive, there is a jar in both." We love the world too much; God too little; our neighbor not at all, or for our own ends.”
“Hysteria takes too much energy to be maintained forever.”
“There is no such thing as a dead language, only a dead lay that's a little too quiet for my tastes.”
“Passion cannot be beautiful without excess; one either loves too much or not enough.”