I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn't sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.

The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is.

Having translated two plays by Chekhov, and not speaking Russian myself - I cannot say one sentence. This may shock people... However, I am not shocked, as it is not hard to find out what the words mean.

Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.

The results of the divorce between truth and human beings can be most graphically observed in politics.

Before Plato could describe love, the loved one had to be invented. We would never love anybody if we could see past our invention. Bosie is my creation, my poem. In the mirror of invention, love discovered itself.

When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?