When the whole world is running headlong towards the precipice, one who walks in the opposite direction is looked at as being crazy.

Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

His laughter tinkled among the teacups.

Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.

That meddling in other people's affairs...formerly conducted by the most discreet intrigue is now openly advocated under the name of intervention.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

Art is the escape from personality.