Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.
I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.
He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.
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.
Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.
In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.
Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.
One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.