At Moments I Dislike Having A Face,

Those Who Have A Why To Live For Can Bear Almost Any How. The Necessary Premise Is That A Person Is Somehow More Than His Or Her "characteristics," All The Emotions, Strivings, Tastes, And Constructions Which It Pleases Us To Call "my Life." We Have Grounds To Hope That A Life Is Something More Than A Cloud Of Particles, Mere Facticity. Go Through What Is Comprehensible And You Conclude That Only The Incomprehensible Gives Any Light.

If I Had A Child Of School Age, I Would Send Him To One Of The Waldorf Schools.

...chaos Doesn't Run The Whole Show.

Death Is The Black Backing On The Mirror That Allows Us To See Anything At All.

We Mustn't Forget How Quickly The Visions Of Genius Become The Canned Goods Of Intellectuals.