Knowledge Kills Action; Action Requires The Veils

I Am Afraid That Old Women Are More Skeptical In Their Most Secret Heart Of Hearts Than Any Man: They Believe In The Superficiality Of Existence As In Its Essence, And All Virtue And Profundity Is To Them Merely A Veil Over This "truth," A Most Welcome Veil Over A Pudendum--and So A Matter Of Decency And Modesty, And Nothing Else.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is So Overfull That He Forgetteth Himself, And All Things Are In Him: Thus All Things Become His Down-going.

The Child As A Monument To The Passion Of Two People; The Will To Oneness In Two.

God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. Yet His Shadow Still Looms. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers?

...the Only Psychologist From Whom I Have Anything To Learn.