Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost

For an artist to think in terms of success is like a priest trying to think in terms of success.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in...We should be thankful we cannot see the horrors and degradations lying around our childhood, in cupboards and bookshelves, everywhere.

The world doesn't make any heroes anymore.

Perhaps the sexual life is the great test. If we can survive it with charity to those we love and with affection to those we have betrayed, we needn't worry so much about the good and the bad in us. But jealousy, distrust, cruelty, revenge, recrimination ... then we fail. The wrong is in that failure even if we are the victims and not the executioners. Virtue is no excuse.

Love taught me that your honour did but jest.