Every man should have a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.

You say that love is nonsense. ... I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain an ache about the heart never leaving one by night or by day a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism not intolerable at any one instant but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

Morality is a private and costly luxury.