All My Life, I Will

A Strange Melancholy Pervades Me To Which I Hesitate To Give The Grave And Beautiful Name Of Sorrow. The Idea Of Sorrow Has Always Appealed To Me But Now I Am Almost Ashamed Of It's Complete Egoism. I Have Known Boredom, Regret, And Occasionally Remorse, But Never Sorrow. Today It Envelops Me Like A Silken Web, Enervating And Soft, And Sets Me Apart From Everybody Else.

If You Treat Life Well, Life Is Usually Good To You. And I Love Life. There's A Long-standing Affair Between Us.

All My Life, I Will Continue Obstinately To Write About Love, Solitude And Passion Among The Kind Of People I Know. The Rest Don't Interest Me.

The Questions I Would Have Liked To Ask People Were: ‘are You In Love? What Are You Reading?

I Don't Think There's Any Intrinsic Difference Between A Lover And A Husband. ... If I Were Cynical, I Would Say That A Woman Should Have Both A Good Husband And A Lover. But I'm Not Cynical So I'll Just Say That A Woman Should Have A Lover Who's A Good Husband And A Husband Who's A Good Lover, Perhaps Both.