The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.

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.

You cannot have both truth and what you call civilisation.

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

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

Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

Anything that consoles is fake.