Virtue - even attempted virtue - brings light; indulgence brings fog.

There are no ordinary people.. it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit.

I am struck here by the curious mixture of justice and injustice in our lives. We are blamed for our real faults but usually not on the right occasions.

The more lucidly we think, the more we are cut off: the more deeply we enter into reality, the less we can think.

Bridge-players tell me that there must be some money on the game 'or else people won't take it seriously'. Apparently it's like that. Your bid - for God or no God, for a good God or the Cosmic Sadist, for eternal life or nonentity - will not be serious if nothing much is staked on it. And you will never discover how serious it was until the stakes are raised horribly high, until you find that you are playing not for counters or for sixpences but for every penny you have in the world.

Pooh! Grown-ups are always thinking of uninteresting explanations.

Eros will have naked bodies; Friendship naked personalities.