Cognition reigns but does not rule.

What Degas called 'a way of seeing' must consequently bear a wide enough interpretation to include way of being, power, knowledge, and will.

Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.

A man who is 'of sound mind' is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.

At times I think and at times I am.

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

We hope vaguely but dread precisely.