It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the lights. |
It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets. |
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. |
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies |
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation |
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought |
Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique |
Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique |
Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone |
No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye. |
No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden |
Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms |
Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have. |
One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it |
Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain. |