It is difficult in life to be good, and difficult in art to portray goodness. Perhaps we don't know much about goodness.
All our failures are ultimately failures in love.
We re all muddlers. The thing is to see is when one's got to stop muddling.
Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.
All art is the struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.