“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”

“Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for time.”

“Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.”

“Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.”

“There is no present or future only the past happening over and over again now.”

“The only living life is in the past and future-the present is an interlude- strange interlude in which we call on past and future to bear witness that we are living.”

“The child was diseased at birth - stricken with an hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off. I mean poverty - the most deadly and prevalent of all diseases.”

“Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.”

“Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.”

“Happiness hates the timid!”

“Because any fool knows that to work hard at something you want to accomplish is the only way to be happy. But beyond that it is entirely up to you. You’ve got to do for yourself all the seeking and finding concerned with what you want to do. Anyone but yourself is useless to you there.”