I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.

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.

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

for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

Reading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to the human beings because this is connected to thought.

We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom

There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.