In Human Relationships, Kindness And Lies Are

You Cannot Conceive, Nor Can I, Of The Appalling Strangeness Of The Mercy Of God.

She Mixes Religion With Desertion To Make It Sound Noble.

Love Taught Me That Your Honour Did But Jest.

Her Face Looked Ugly In The Attempt To Avoid Tears; It Was An Ugliness Which Bound Him To Her More Than Any Beauty Could Have Done. It Isn't Being Happy Together, He Thought As Though It Were A Fresh Discovery, That Makes One Love--it's Being Unhappy Together.

When I Began To Write Our Story Down, I Thought I Was Writing A Record Of Hate, But Somehow The Hate Has Got Mislaid And All I Know Is That In Spite Of Her Mistakes And Her Unreliability, She Was Better Than Most. It's Just As Well That One Of Us Should Believe In Her: She Never Did In Herself.