for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

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

Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

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