Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

To have lied is to have suffered.

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.

Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.