Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.

Maybe there are times when an honest hatred serves us better than love corrupted by sentimentality, meretriciousness, sententiousness, cuteness.

In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished.

In this world, goodness is destined to be defeated.

Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?

But there is much to be said for giving up ... grand ambitions and living the most ordinary life imaginable.