Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!
Anything that consoles is fake.
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.
The priesthood is a marriage. People often start by falling in love, and they go on for years without realizing that love must change into some other love which is so unlike it that it can hardly be recognized as love at all.
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.
Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.
Human affairs are not serious, but they have to be taken seriously.
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.
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.
I see myself as Rhoda, not Mary Tyler Moore.
Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.
Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.
