Yes, I found myself, by insensible degrees, sincerely fond of her; and the happiest hours of my life were what I spent with her.

They enveloped each other within the folds of their thoughts, holding each other with an intimacy no physical embrace could replicate, allowing their identities to merge once again. Their greatest comfort was a simple one: they were no longer alone. To know that you were with the one who cared for you, and who understood every fiber of your being, and who would not abandon you even in the most desperate of circumstances, that was the most precious relationship a person could have, and they both cherished it.

Poetry has been to me something more than amusement, it has been a cheering companion when I had no other to fly to, a delightful solace.

This acquaintance [with Marianne Werefkin ] would change my life. I became a friend of hers, of this clever woman gifted with genius.

I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.

Conning the conmen is one of life’s most satisfying pleasures.

And the fascination I experienced was probably very close to a certain kind of love.

That mysterious play which extends from love of a body to a love of an entire person has seemed to me noble enough to consecrate to it one part of my life.

I discovered there was an endless source of robust enjoyment in trifling with psychiatrists.

She taught me that it was a good thing to love more than just my boy, Ethan, opening my eyes to the fact that I’d actually loved many people in my lives, that loving humans was my ultimate purpose.

What a joy to share what I loved most with those I loved most.

I'll not assert that it was a diversion which prevented a war, but nevertheless, it was a diversion.

The greatest comfort in this life is having a close relationship with God.

He found me fascinating, in a wounded-bird kind of way. I found him wonderful, in a lifeline kind of way. It was mutual need that passed for love, and got married.