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.

Dogs are very different from cats in that they can be images of human virtue. They are like us.

We must live by the light of our own self-satisfaction, through that secret vital busy inwardness which is even more remarkable than our reason.

Education doesn’t make you happy. Nor does freedom. We don’t become happy just because we’re free – if we are. Or because we’ve been educated – if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy. It opens our eyes, our ears, tells us where delights are lurking, convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever, that of the mind, and gives us the assurance – the confidence – to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers.

As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.

Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.

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