How Goodness Heightens Beauty!

He Kept Recalling Her Lying On His Bed; She Reminded Him Of No One In His Former Life.

You Can't Measure The Mutual Affection Of Two Human Beings By The Number Of Words They Exchange.

Without The Meditative Background That Is Criticism, Works Become Isolated Gestures, Historical Accidents, Soon Forgotten.

And What Can Life Be Worth If The First Rehearsal For Life Is Life Itself?

The Longing For Order Is At The Same Time A Longing For Death, Because Life Is An Incessant Disruption Of Order.