The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.

Socrates wrote nothing. Christ wrote nothing.

All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn.

Freedom is not choosing; that is merely the move that we make when all is already lost. Freedom is knowing and understanding and respecting things quite other than ourselves.

Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.

The bereaved cannot communicate with the unbereaved.

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