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

Anything that consoles is fake.

Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

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