The Absence Of Vices Adds So Little

Don't Try To Rush Things: For The Cup To Run Over, It Must First Be Filled.

The Unpublished Manuscript Is Like An Uncon-fessed Sin That Festers In The Soul, Corrupting And Contaminating It.

The Only Living Language Is The Language In Which We Think And Have Our Being.

Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt - Marvellous Error! - That It Was God I Had Here Inside My Heart.

All Uncertainty Is Fruitfull ... So Long As It Is Accompanied By The Wish To Understand