“We do not know until the shell breaks what kind of egg we have been sitting on.”

“We must remember that what a writer does to people is not necessarily what he intends to do. It may be only what people are capable of having done to them.”

“We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”

“It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.”

“Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.”

“We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open”

“What have we given?My friend, blood shaking my heartThe awful daring of a moment's surrenderWhich an age of prudence can never retractBy this, and this only, we have existed.”