Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.
%%Love%%%%Love - is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
The cry of equality pulls everyone down.
Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!
Only lies and evil come from letting people off.
No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.
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.
I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.
Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
Anything that consoles is fake.
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.
Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
I see myself as Rhoda, not Mary Tyler Moore.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.