Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!

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.

Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

Dogs are very different from cats in that they can be images of human virtue. They are like us.

The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.

The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.