Man Starts Over Again Everyday,

Wisdom Disguises Our Wounds; It Teaches Us How To Bleed In Secret.

If We Could See Ourselves As Others See Us, We Would Vanish On The Spot.

True Contact Between Beings Is Established Only By Mute Presence, By Apparent Non-communication, By That Mysterious And Wordless Exchange Which Resembles Inward Prayer.

Sometimes I Wish I Were A Cannibal – Less For The Pleasure Of Eating Someone Than For The Pleasure Of Vomiting Him.

I Foresee The Day When We Shall Read Nothing But Telegrams And Prayers.