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The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A Magical Grasp Upon The Future.

Reading And Writing And The Preservation Of Language And Its Forms And The Kind Of Eloquence And The Kind Of Beauty Which The Language Is Capable Of Is Terribly Important To The Human Beings Because This Is Connected To Thought.

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.

We Re All Muddlers. The Thing Is To See Is When One's Got To Stop Muddling.

When Does One Ever Know A Human Being? Perhaps Only After One Has Realized The Impossibility Of Knowledge And Renounced The Desire For It And Finally Ceased To Feel Even The Need Of It. But Then What One Achieves Is No Longer Knowledge, It Is Simply A Kind Of Co-existence; And This Too Is One Of The Guises Of Love.