At one with the One, it didn't mean a thing besides a glass of Guinness on a sunny day.

It is the same in life: sometimes it is more difficult to make a scene than to die.

Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.

It's strange how the human mind swings back and forth, from one extreme to another. Does truth lie at some point of the pendulum's swing, at a point where it never rests, not in the dull perpendicular mean where it dangles in the end like a windless flag, but at an angle, nearer one extreme than another? If only a miracle could stop the pendulum at an angle of sixty degrees, one would believe the truth was there.

I want men to admire me, but that's a trick you learn at school--a movement of the eyes, a tone of voice, a touch of the hand on the shoulder or the head. If they think you admire them, they will admire you because of your good taste, and when they admire you, you have an illusion for a moment that there's something to admire.

To comfort me is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.

When we are not sure, we are alive.