An artist reveals his naked soul in his work.

Ah, there's nothing like tea in the afternoon. When the British Empire collapses, historians will find that it had made but two invaluable contributions to civilization - this tea ritual and the detective novel.

Emotions are not tools of cognition. They tell you nothing about the nature of reality.

People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don't sit looking at it - walk.

We are one...alone...and only...and we love you who are one...alone...and only. We looked into each other's eyes and we knew the breath of a miracle had touched us, and fled, and left us groping vainly. And we felt torn, torn for some word we could not find.

That which exists possesses identity; he could keep it out of existence by refusing to identify it.

Happiness is not to be achieved at the command of emotional whims.