It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.

You needn't be so scared. Love doesn't end. Just because we don't see each other.

At one with the One, it didn't mean a thing besides a glass of Guinness on a sunny day.

You cannot love without intuition.

Doing nothing, badly.

A writer doesn't write for his readers, does he? Yet he has to take elementary precautions all the same, to make them comfortable.

We forget very easily what gives us pain.