A womans best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying. – Lawrence Durrell
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time – those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything. – Lawrence Durrell
Its only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness. – Lawrence Durrell
In a mans letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirror of his breast, whatever passes within him is shown undisguised in its natural process. Nothing is inverted, nothing distorted, you see systems in their elements, you discover actions in their motives. – Samuel Johnson