The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.

... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is.

The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.

Freedom is no guarantee of anything. It is only defined today by what it is not. What it is takes forms strange and of infinite variety - bizarre as in a masquerade.

What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?

New gods arise when they are needed.

There is 'a time to be born' - and born again, free of accumulated, encrusted sores of fears and prejudices, old hates, of cancerous wounds, old prides. And there is a time to die - a time for the blue, unburied child of our young years to be decently interred - and to get on with the living.