Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues.

Only lies and evil come from letting people off.

Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.

I see myself as Rhoda, not Mary Tyler Moore.

Anything that consoles is fake.