We must get back into relation, vivid and nourishing relation to the cosmos and the universe. The way is through daily ritual, andis an affair of the individual and the household, a ritual of dawn and noon and sunset, the ritual of the kindling fire and pouring water, the ritual of the first breath, and the last.

Previously, even in Egypt, men had not learned to see straight. They fumbled in the dark, and didn't quite know where they were, or what they were. Like men in a dark room, they only felt their existence surging in the darkness of other creatures. We, however, have learned to see ourselves for what we are, as the sun sees us. The Kodak bears witness.

I think I am much too valuable a creature to offer myself to a German bullet gratis and for fun.

When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.