Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.

Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.

We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.

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

One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.