The spirit knows that its growth is the real aim of existence.

The body, she says, is subject to the force of gravity. But the soul is ruled by levity, pure.

The physical body is an agent of the spirit and its mirror. It is an engine and a reflection of the spirit. It is the spirit's ingenious memorandum to itself and the spirit sees itself in my body, just as I see my own face in a looking glass. My nerves reflect this. The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.

The more realistic you are the more you threaten the grounds of your own art.

There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war.

Unfortunately for the betterment of mankind it is not always the fair-minded who are in the right.

The only truly intersting side of the matter was the intimate design of the injury, the fact that it was so penetrating, custom-made exactly to your measure. It's fascinating that hatred should be so personal as to be almost loving. The knife and the wound aching for each other.