We live together, we act on, and react to one another; but always, and in all circumstances, we are by ourselves.

I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise.

For [D.H.] Lawrence, existence was one continuous convalescence; it was as though he were newly reborn from a mortal illness every day of his life. What these convalescent eyes saw, his most casual speech would reveal.

For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody.

If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time.

The most intractable of our experiences is the experience of Time-the intuition of duration, combined with the thought of perpetual perishing.

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