Human affairs are not serious, but they have to be taken seriously.

Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.

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

One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.

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

The cry of equality pulls everyone down.