Possibly, more people kill themselves and others out of hurt vanity than out of envy, jealousy, malice or desire for revenge.

All art is the struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.

Dogs are very different from cats in that they can be images of human virtue. They are like us.

Oh the piercing sadness of life in the midst of its ordinariness!

Art and morality are, with certain provisos…one. Their essence is the same. The essence of both of them is love. Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. Love, and so art and morals, is the discovery of reality.

Of course men play roles, but women play roles too, blanker ones. They have, in the play of life, fewer good lines.

A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.