People who boast of happy marriages are, I submit, usually self-deceivers, if not actually liars.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.

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

Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here.

... when caught unawares I usually tell the truth, and what's duller than that?

What makes you imagine ... that anything of importance can be taught in a school?