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.

Good writing is full of surprises and novelties, moving in a direction you don't expect.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

Love is the source of our greatest errors; but when it is even partially refined it is the energy and the passion of the soul in its search for Good, the force that joins us to Good and joins us to the world through Good. Its existence is the unmistakable sign that we are spiritual creatures, attracted by excellence and made for the Good. It is a reflection of the warmth and light of the sun.

We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.

Socrates wrote nothing. Christ wrote nothing.