We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
We can only learn to love by loving.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible, of one person always making the demands and one person always giving way.
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.
Anything that consoles is fake.
The cry of equality pulls everyone down.
Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
Only lies and evil come from letting people off.
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.
Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.