Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.

In a way, I was safe writing

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

Writing [is] a form of prayer.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.

Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.

All science is methodolgy with regard to the Absolute. Therefore, there need be no fear of the unequivocally methodological. It isa husk, but not more than everything except the One.