Love is the source of our greatest errors; but when it is even partially refined it is the energy and the passion of the soul in its search for Good, the force that joins us to Good and joins us to the world through Good. Its existence is the unmistakable sign that we are spiritual creatures, attracted by excellence and made for the Good. It is a reflection of the warmth and light of the sun.

All our failures are ultimately failures in love.

We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.

But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

The most potent and sacred command which can be laid upon any artist is the command: wait.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.