The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.
Every thought vibrates through the universe.
The joy of a party is the newness of people to each other, renewed strikingness of humanity. They love each other, to distraction. Really to distraction. Before they fall into conversation and separate. . . . The strangeness, and the hopes aroused by strangeness, are illusions. Mirages arising wherever people gather expectantly together.
the Church will go on being a Royal Academy of Males.
You think Christianity is favorable to women? On the contrary. It is the Christian countries that have produced the prostitute and the most vile estimations of women in the world.
It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .
If there was a trick, there must be a trickster.
To say good-bye is to deny separation; it is to say Today we play at going our own ways, but we'll see each other tomorrow. Men invented farewells because they somehow knew themselves to be immortal, even while seeing themselves as contingent and ephemeral.
Calamity is the perfect glass wherein we truly see and know ourselves.
If you leave you leaving the best, so you would have to settle for less.
A good conscience is a continual Christmas.