Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.

No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.

A fate is not a punishment.

And I too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

History has shown that the less people read, the more books they buy.

Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.