There is no escape from mystery. It is the character of our being.
I take it as a prime cause of the present confusion of society that it is too sickly and too doubtful to use pleasure frankly as a test of value.
Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience.
The mind is its own enemy, that fights itself with the innumerable pliant and ineluctable arms of the octopus.
Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.
I find to my astonishment that an unhappy marriage goes on being unhappy when it is over.