The Bible Is A Sanctum; The World,

Two Tasks At The Beginning Of Your Life: To Narrow Your Orbit More And More, And Ever And Again To Check Whether You Are Not In Hiding Somewhere Outside Your Orbit.

A Book Must Be The Ax For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

Written Kisses Never Arrive At Their Destination; The Ghosts Drink Them Up Along The Way.

In A Certain Sense The Good Is Comfortless.

One Has Just Been Sent Out As A Biblical Dove, Has Found Nothing Green, And Slips Back Into The Darkness Of The Ark