When does one ever know a human being? Perhaps only after one has realized the impossibility of knowledge and renounced the desire for it and finally ceased to feel even the need of it. But then what one achieves is no longer knowledge, it is simply a kind of co-existence; and this too is one of the guises of love.

In a happy marriage there is a continuous dense magnetic sense of communication.

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

Language is a machine for making falsehoods.

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

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

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.