Love Is The Last And Secret Name

Our Destiny Can Be Examined, But It Cannot Be Justified Or Totally Explained. We Are Simply Here.

There Is No Beyond, There Is Only Here, The Infinitely Small, Infinitely Great And Utterly Demanding Present.

The Notion That One Will Not Survive A Particular Catastrophe Is, In General Terms, A Comfort Since It Is Equivalent To Abolishing The Catastrophe.

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

Only The Very Greatest Art Invigorates Without Consoling.