When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.

Everything is pathology, except for indifference.