That Iris, she knew a thing...
"Happiness," said Willy, "is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. To be damned is for one's ordinary everyday mode of consciousness to be unremitting agonising preoccupation with self."
... or two:
A love without reservation ought to be a life force compelling the world into order and beauty. But that love can be so strong and yet so entirely powerless is what breaks the heart... [O]ne day God might crack the universe and wash away its fruitless powerless loves with a deluge of indifferent power.