There is no need to make an inventory of the times. It is demoralizing to describe ourselves to ourselves yet again. It is especially hard on us since we believe (as we have been educated to believe) that history has formed us and that we are all mini-summaries of the present age.

As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to t…

The principles of Western liberalism seem no longer to lend themselves to effective action. Deprived of the expressive power, we are awed by it, have a hunger …

Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

It takes a long time for people to recognize their soul-mates when they have too limited an idea of who they are themselves.

Men are products, expressions, reflections; they live to the extent that they coincide with their epoch, or to the extent that they differ markedly from it.