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

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

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

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

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