Real Misery Cuts Off All Paths To

Time Can Divorce Us From The Reality Of People, It Can Separate Us From People And Turn Them Into Ghosts. Or Rather It Is We Who Turn Them Into Ghosts Or Demons. Some Kinds Of Fruitless Preoccupations With The Past Can Create Such Simulacra, And They Can Exercise Power, Like Those Heroes At Troy Fighting For A Phantom Helen.

Between Saying And Doing, Many A Pair Of Shoes Is Worn Out.

How Rarely Can Happiness Be Really Innocent And Not Triumphant, Not An Insult To The Deprived.

The Notion That One Can Liberate Another Soul From Captivity Is An Illusion Of The Very Young.

Not To Have Been Born Is Undoubtedly Best, But Sound Sleep Is Second Best.