Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.

Time can divorce us from the reality of people, it can separate us from people and turn them into ghosts. Or rather it is we who turn them into ghosts or demons. Some kinds of fruitless preoccupations with the past can create such simulacra, and they can exercise power, like those heroes at Troy fighting for a phantom Helen.

The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life's most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.

evil soon makes tools out of those who don't hate it.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man.

Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.

Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.