The reason for the sadness of this modern age and the men who live in it is that it looks for the truth in everything and finds it.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
People don't like the true and simple; they like fairy tales and humbug.
Laughter is the mind's intonation. There are ways of laughing which have the sound of counterfeit coins.
If there is a God, atheism must seem to Him as less of an insult than religion.
