The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.
Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.
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.
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.
No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the same.
Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth – well, it’s like brown – it’s not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.