What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream.

If only my heart were stone.

Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.

The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less.

The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand.

The notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up their souls, their freedom. Your desire that it be that way will enslave you and make your life vacuous.

You either stick or you quit. And I wouldnt quit you I dont care what you done.