I See Myself As Rhoda, Not Mary

When Does One Ever Know A Human Being? Perhaps Only After One Has Realized The Impossibility Of Knowledge And Renounced The Desire For It And Finally Ceased To Feel Even The Need Of It. But Then What One Achieves Is No Longer Knowledge, It Is Simply A Kind Of Co-existence; And This Too Is One Of The Guises Of Love.

Another Person's Illness Is Often Harder To Bear Than One's Own.

Dogs Are Very Different From Cats In That They Can Be Images Of Human Virtue. They Are Like Us.

We Are Such Inward Secret Creatures, That Inwardness Is The Most Amazing Thing About Us, Even More Amazing Than Our Reason.

Those Who Hope, By Retiring From The World, To Earn A Holiday From Human Frailty, In Themselves And Others, Are Usually Disappointed.