How can I express the bliss of finding myself enclosed with you in this sweet old security, this really unimagined sanctity?
Nothing's more charming than suddenly to come across something sharp and fresh after we've thought there was nothing more that could draw from us a groan.

We've supposed we've had it all, have squeezed the last impression out of the last disappointment, penetrated to the last familiarity in the last surprise; then some fine day we find that we haven't done justice to life.

There are little things that pop up and make us feel again.

What MAY happen is after all incalculable.

There's just a little chuck of the dice, and for three minutes we win.