Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

Art and psychoanalysis give shape and meaning to life and that is why we adore them, but life as it is lived has no shape and meaning.

Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.

There is nothing like the bootless solitude of those who are caged together.

we are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason. but we cannot just walk into the cavern and look around. most of what we think we know about our minds is pseudo-knowledge. we are all such shocking poseurs, so good at inflating the importance of what we think we value.

emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. this is why all the world is a stage.