Beauty is a fruit which we look at without trying to seize it.
Why is it that reality, when set down untransposed in a book, sounds false?
Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.
Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.
The feeding of those that are hungry is a form of contemplation.
I only read what I am hungry for at the moment when I have an appetite for it, and then I do not read, I eat.