Intimacy is a difficult art.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

more and more I come to loathe any dominion of one over another; any leadership, any imposition of the will.

Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?

to teach without zest is a crime.

I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.