When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive.
I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself.
This moment contains all moments.
It is that of an unsatisfied desire which is itself more desirable than any other satisfaction.
There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else.
Our passions are not too strong, they are too weak. We are far too easily pleased.