Fidelity is a matter of perception; nobody is unfaithful to the sea or to mountains or to death: once recognized they fill the heart.

Life is a process of one goneness after another.

After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?

Fidelity is a matter of perception; nobody is unfaithful to the sea or to mountains or to death: once recognized they fill the heart.

The things that matter don't necessarily make sense.

An idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible.

Language is an archaeological vehicle... the language we speak is a whole palimpsest of human effort and history.