What Makes You Imagine ... That Anything

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

When Does One Ever Know A Human Being? Perhaps Only After One Has Realized The Impossibility Of Knowledge And Renounced The Desire For It And Finally Ceased To Feel Even The Need Of It. But Then What One Achieves Is No Longer Knowledge, It Is Simply A Kind Of Co-existence; And This Too Is One Of The Guises Of Love.

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

Food Is A Profound Subject And One, Incidentally, About Which No Writer Lies.

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