We defend ourselves by descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.

There is no triumph of good, and if there were it would not be a triumph of good.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

Intense mutual erotic love, love which involves with the flesh all the most refined sexual being of the spirit, which reveals and perhaps even ex nihilo creates spirit as sex, is comparatively rare in this inconvenient world.

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

The priesthood is a marriage. People often start by falling in love, and they go on for years without realizing that love must change into some other love which is so unlike it that it can hardly be recognized as love at all.

The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak.