My father once told me that respect for truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. 'Something cannot emerge from nothing,' he said. This is profound thinking if you understand how unstable 'the truth' can be.

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.

I have come to believe that holy boredom is good and sufficient reason for the invention of free will.

The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.

You can't build politics on love. People aren't concerned with love; it's too disordered. They prefer despotism. Too much freedom breeds chaos.

A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct.

One uses power by grasping it lightly. To grasp too strongly is to be taken over by power, and thus to become its victim.