The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the rules of the game forbid assuagement.

We re all muddlers. The thing is to see is when one's got to stop muddling.

The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the rules of the game forbid assuagement.

Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one's interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.

Man's creative struggle, his search for wisdom and truth, is a love story.

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

There is nothing like the bootless solitude of those who are caged together.