Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

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

Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.

Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.

Then I felt too that I might take this opportunity to tie up a few loose ends, only of course loose ends can never be properly tied, one is always producing new ones. Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgements on people are never final, they emerge from summings up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us.

True love gallops, it flies, it is the swiftest of all modes of thought, swifter even than hate and fear.

The very madness of the scheme protects it.