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.

Love is the source of our greatest errors; but when it is even partially refined it is the energy and the passion of the soul in its search for Good, the force that joins us to Good and joins us to the world through Good. Its existence is the unmistakable sign that we are spiritual creatures, attracted by excellence and made for the Good. It is a reflection of the warmth and light of the sun.

We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.

Human affairs are not serious, but they have to be taken seriously.

One should go easy on smashing other people's lies. Better to concentrate on one's own.

How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.

Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here.