True love gallops, it flies, it is the swiftest of all modes of thought, swifter even than hate and fear.

Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.

So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.

I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.

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.

The notion that one can liberate another soul from captivity is an illusion of the very young.

Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.