Daytime Sleep Is A Cursed

How Different Each Death Is, And Yet It Leads Us Into The Self-same Country, That Country Which We Inhabit So Rarely, Where We See The Worthlessness Of What We Have Long Pursued And Will So Soon Return To Pursuing.

Love Is The Source Of Our Greatest Errors; But When It Is Even Partially Refined It Is The Energy And The Passion Of The Soul In Its Search For Good, The Force That Joins Us To Good And Joins Us To The World Through Good. Its Existence Is The Unmistakable Sign That We Are Spiritual Creatures, Attracted By Excellence And Made For The Good. It Is A Reflection Of The Warmth And Light Of The Sun.

People From A Planet Without Flowers Would Think We Must Be Mad With Joy The Whole Time To Have Such Things About Us.

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.

Every Persisting Marriage Is Based On Fear', Said Peregrine. 'fear Is Fundamental, You Dig Down In Human Nature And What's At The Bottom? Mean Spiteful Cruel Self-regarding Fear, Whether It Makes You To Put The Foot In It Or Whether It Makes You To Cower.