Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.

The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.

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.

Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.

Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.

Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.

A middling talent makes for a more serene life.