We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

In a world of fugitives the one who stays home will seem to be running away

In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.

I must tell you that I should really like to think there's something wrong with me- Because, if there isn't, then there's something wrong with the world itself-and that's much more frightening! That would be terrible. So I'd rather believe there is something wrong with me, that could be put right.

Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.