For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.

No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.

For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. But the deep collision is and has been with my unregenerate, tormenting and tormented self...I am unable to become what I see. I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, "won't go".

Growing old is, of all things we experience, that which takes the most courage, and at a time when we have the least resources, especially with which to meet frustration.

It is the place of renewal and of safety, where for a little while there will be no harm or attack and, while every sense is nourished, the soul rests.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.