Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not read more

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may read more

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets read more

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

Love , if you have it , you don't need anything else...and if you don't have it , it harldy read more

Love , if you have it , you don't need anything else...and if you don't have it , it harldy matters what else you have .

Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.

Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.

Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.

Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.

We would rather have one man or woman working with us than three merely working for us.

We would rather have one man or woman working with us than three merely working for us.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

O you much partial gods!
Why gave ye men affections, and not power
To govern them?

O you much partial gods!
Why gave ye men affections, and not power
To govern them?