In spiritual matters, knowledge is dependent upon being; as we are, so we know.

Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons - that's philosophy.

Isn't it remarkable how everyone who knew [D.H.] Lawrence has felt compelled to write about him? Why, he's had more books written about him than any writer since Byron!

Henry's universe was modeled on the highball. It was a mixture in which half a pint of the fizziest philosophical and scientific ideas all but drowned a small jigger of immediate experience, most of it strictly sexual. Broken reeds are seldom good mixers. They're far too busy with their ideas, their sensuality and their psychosomatic complaints to be able to take an interest in other people - even their own wives and children. They live in a state of the most profound voluntary ignorance, not knowing anything about anybody, but abounding in preconceived opinions about everything.

Defined in psychological terms, a fanatic is a man who consciously over-compensates a secret doubt.

To see ourselves as others see us is a most salutary gift. Hardly less important is the capacity to see others as they see themselves.

If Men and Women took their Pleasures as noisily as the Cats, what Londoner could ever hope to sleep of nights?