I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

I have nothing but wastes and wilds of self-translation before me for many miserable months to come.

We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.

Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.