Anything that consoles is fake.
I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.
In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.
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.
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.
Man’s creative struggle, his search for wisdom and truth, is a love story.
Every artist is an unhappy lover.
The most potent and sacred command which can be laid upon any artist is the command: wait.
Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
It’s easier to sell junk when you’re known than works of genius when you’re unknown.
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
We re all muddlers. The thing is to see is when one’s got to stop muddling.
A death is the most terrible of facts.
The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the rules of the game forbid assuagement.
Love can’t always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.
Intense mutual erotic love, love which involves with the flesh all the most refined sexual being of the spirit, which reveals and perhaps even ex nihilo creates spirit as sex, is comparatively rare in this inconvenient world.
Socrates wrote nothing. Christ wrote nothing.
Marriage isn’t a tram. It doesn’t have to get anywhere.