There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues. That is all.
Everyone realizes that one can believe little of what people say about each other. But it is not so widely realized that even less can one trust what people say about themselves.
A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.
It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires.
International relationships are preordained to be clumsy gestures based on imperfect knowledge.
There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.
People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
Just how difficult it is to write biography can be reckoned by anybody who sits down and considers just how many people know the real truth about his or her love affairs.