Love requited is a short circuit.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

Enough to know no knowing.