What once was cuddled must learn to kiss The cold wonn's mouth. That's all the mystery.

If God is God He is not good, if God is good He is not God; take the even, take the odd.

Writers . . . write to give reality to experience.

The business of the law is to make sense of the confusion of what we call human life - to reduce it to order but at the same time to give it possibility, scope, even dignity.

We have learned the answers, all the answers: it is the question that we do not know.

What once was cuddled must learn to kiss The cold wonn's mouth. That's all the mystery.

The infantile cowardice of our time which demands an external pattern, a nonhuman authority.