The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, I marvel at the growth of conscience, at the persistence of reason in the face of all superstition or despair. I marvel at human endurance.
The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.
I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.
The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world.
Every moment must be first known and then savored.
Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.