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

Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.

We need a moral philosophy which can speak significantly of Freud and Marx and out of which aesthetic and political views can be generated. We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now, can once again be made central.

We re all muddlers. The thing is to see is when one's got to stop muddling.

The most interesting things are always happening behind one.

The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life's most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.

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