Perhaps; but I am a difficult person to live with. My difficulty consists in not wanting to live with other people.

The spark of true poetry flashes when ideas are juxtaposed that no one has yet thought of bringing together.

Unimaginable perhaps; but the unimaginable is there to be imagined.

It’s admirable, what you do, what she does, but to me animal-welfare people are a bit like Christians of a certain kind. Everyone is so cheerful and well-intentioned that after a while you itch to go off and do some raping and pillaging. Or to kick a cat.

When all else fails, philosophize.

Truth is not spoken in anger. Truth is spoken, if it ever comes to be spoken, in love. The gaze of love is not deluded. It sees what is best in the beloved even when what is best in the beloved finds it hard to emerge into the light.

Was it serious? I don't know. It certainly had serious consequences.