We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on.

This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway. It's almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

It so difficult to know what the people we love really need.