In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words. |
Reality is the name we give to our disappointments. |
Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them. |
Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time. |
A sense of blessedness comes from a change of heart, not from more blessings. |
Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness. |
Families in which nothing is ever discussed usually have a lot not to discuss. |
Conscious thought is the tidying up at the end. |
Most people regard getting their way as a matter of simple justice. |
Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs. |
Women encourage men to be childish, then scold them. |
Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love. |
Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes. |
Sloth, not ill-will, makes me unjust. |
The sage belongs to the same obsolete repertory as the virtuous maiden and the enlightened monarch. |
Psychology keeps trying to vindicate human nature. History keeps undermining the effort. |
Mistakes are the only universal form of originality. |
Hatred observes with more care than love does. |
Documents create a paper reality we call proof. |
The novel avoids the sublime and seeks out the interesting. |