Socrates wrote nothing. Christ wrote nothing.

Art and psychoanalysis give shape and meaning to life and that is why we adore them, but life as it is lived has no shape and meaning.

A death is the most terrible of facts.

How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived.

People who boast of happy marriages are, I submit, usually self-deceivers, if not actually liars.

Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues.

... when caught unawares I usually tell the truth, and what's duller than that?