Language is a machine for making falsehoods.

Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.

Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

On connecting: Where does one person end and another person begin?

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

I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.

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.