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.

... a less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people.

The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life's most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

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.

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

Music relates sound and time and so pictures the ultimate edges of human commmunications.