There is no art without Eros.

The point is to show who is the cross and who the crucified.

Our guilt has its uses. It justifies much in the lives of others.

It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.

It is conceivable at least that a late generation, such as we presumably are, has particular need of the sketch, in order not to be strangled to death by inherited conceptions which preclude new births.... The sketch has direction, but no ending; the sketch as reflection of a view of life that is no longer conclusive, or is not yet conclusive.

We know that every person who is loved feels transformed, unfolded, and he unfolds everything, the most intimate as well as the most familiar, to the one who loves him as well as to himself.... The person one loves is as ungraspable as the universe, as God's infinite space, he is boundless, full of possibilities, full of secrets.

Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it's a piece of humbug.