It’s embarrassing to tell you this, but it seems to come down mostly to just learning to be kinder.

We cannot reason ourselves out of our basic irrationality. All we can do is to learn the art of being irrational in a reasonable way.

One of the great triumphs of the nineteenth century was to limit the connotation of the word "immoral" in such a way that, for practical purposes, only those were immoral who drank too much or made too copious love. Those who indulged in any or all of the other deadly sins could look down in righteous indignation on the lascivious and the gluttonous.... In the name of all lechers and boozers I most solemnly protest against the invidious distinction made to our prejudice.

Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture. The silent bear no witness against themselves.

The poet's place, it seems to me, is with the Mr. Hydes of human nature.

An ideal is merely the projection, on an enormously enlarged scale, of some aspect of personality.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery.