to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

until I have been able to bury my head so deep in dear London that I can forget that I have ever been away I am inconsolable.

You cannot have both truth and what you call civilisation.

I am not famous for anything in particular. I am just famous.

Art and morality are, with certain provisos…one. Their essence is the same. The essence of both of them is love. Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. Love, and so art and morals, is the discovery of reality.

We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now by philosophers, can once again be made central.