Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth – well, it’s like brown – it’s not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.

Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

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.

Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

Anything that consoles is fake.

All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.

Human affairs are not serious, but they have to be taken seriously.

Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

One doesn’t have to get anywhere in a marriage. It’s not a public conveyance.

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth – well, it’s like brown – it’s not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

We can only learn to love by loving.

I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the same.

He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

I see myself as Rhoda, not Mary Tyler Moore.

The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.

Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.

Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.

Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!

Only lies and evil come from letting people off.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.

Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.

The cry of equality pulls everyone down.

A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.

Literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions.

In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.

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.