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.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man.

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

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.

It is in the capacity to love, that is to SEE, that the liberation of the soul from fantasy consists. The freedom which is a proper human goal is the freedom from fantasy, that is the realism of compassion. What I have called fantasy, the proliferation of blinding self-centered aims and images, is itself a powerful system of energy, and most of what is often called 'will' or 'willing' belongs to this system. What counteracts the system is attention to reality inspired by, consisting of, love.

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.

There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.