Gone! And You And I Quite Crestfallen.

Reality, Looked At Steadily, Is Unbearable.

No One Ever Told Me That Grief Felt So Like Fear. I Am Not Afraid, But The Sensation Is Like Being Afraid. The Same Fluttering In The Stomach, The Same Restlessness, The Yawning. I Keep On Swallowing.

He Who Has God And Everything Else Has No More Than He Who Has God Only.

In God There Is No Hunger That Needs To Be Filled, Only Plenteousness That Desires To Give.

Nothing Less Will Shake A Man — Or At Any Rate A Man Like Me — Out Of His Merely Verbal Thinking And His Merely Notional Beliefs. He Has To Be Knocked Silly Before He Comes To His Senses. Only Torture Will Bring Out The Truth. Only Under Torture Does He Discover It Himself.