The life of sense begins by assuming that we can only fitfully live the life of reason.

Doubtless a good general rule for close friendships, where confidences are freely exchanged, is that what one is not informed about, one may not inquire about.

This is, i think, very much the Age of Anxiety, the age of the neurosis, because along with so much that weighs on our minds there is perhaps even more that grates on our nerves.

True individualists tend to be quite unobservant; it is the snob, the would be sophisticate, the frightened conformist, who keeps a fascinated or worried eye on what is in the wind.

In art, there are tears that do often lie too deep for thoughts.

Conformity may not always reign in the prosperous bourgeois suburb, but it ultimately always governs.

For tens of millions of people [television] has become habit-forming, brain-softening, taste-degrading.