The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.

The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

Only the impossible lasts forever.

Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy

God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed!