There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

It is difficult in life to be good, and difficult in art to portray goodness. Perhaps we don't know much about goodness.

How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.

Language is a machine for making falsehoods.

evil soon makes tools out of those who don't hate it.

Another person's illness is often harder to bear than one's own.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.