I love solitude but I prize it most when company is available. - Saul Bellow

In here, the human bosom — mine, yours, everybody's — there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.

In any true life you must go and be exposed outside the small circle that encompasses two or three heads in the same history of love.