Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.

I am not famous for anything in particular. I am just famous.

Art and morality are, with certain provisos…one. Their essence is the same. The essence of both of them is love. Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. Love, and so art and morals, is the discovery of reality.

Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.

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.