There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues. That is all.
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.
There is in every one of us an unending see-saw between the will to live and the will to die.
The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.
There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.
Because hypocrisy stinks in the nostrils one is likely to rate it as a more powerful agent for destruction than it is.