Death is the only thing we haven't succeeded in completely vulgarizing.

Uncontrolled, the hunger and thirst after God may become an obstacle, cutting off the soul from what it desires. If a man would travel far along the mystic road, he must learn to desire God intensely but in stillness, passively and yet with all his heart and mind and strength.

Since Mozart's day composers have learned the art of making music throatily and palpitatingly sexual.

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

The lion will lay down with the lamb...but every morning they'll have to provide a new lamb. Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Generalities are intellectually necessary evils.

The trouble with fiction," said John Rivers, "is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.