A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.

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

The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?

Intense mutual erotic love, love which involves with the flesh all the most refined sexual being of the spirit, which reveals and perhaps even ex nihilo creates spirit as sex, is comparatively rare in this inconvenient world.