I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?

In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible, of one person always making the demands and one person always giving way.

In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.

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.

I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.