For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas, she thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.

Many things we do naturally become difficult only when we try to make them intellectual subjects. It is possible to know so much about a subject that you become totally ignorant.

Truth suffers from too much analysis.

For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas, she thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.

The writing of history is largely a process of diversion. Most historical accounts distract attention from the secret influences behind great events.

The gift of words is the gift of deception and illusion.

But it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish.