Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

we are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason. but we cannot just walk into the cavern and look around. most of what we think we know about our minds is pseudo-knowledge. we are all such shocking poseurs, so good at inflating the importance of what we think we value.

Of course men play roles, but women play roles too, blanker ones. They have, in the play of life, fewer good lines.

There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.

to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.

The entry of a child into any situation changes the whole situation.

Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.