My eyes close. I am here and not here. A waking nap? A flight to the end of the galaxy and perhaps a couple of billion light-years beyond?

To not be able to love the one you love is to have your life wrenched away.

Of course, the greater one's need, the greater one's propensity to be mesmerized.

Every object strives for its proper place. A book seeks to be near its truest admirer. Just as this helpless moth seeks to be near the candle that infatuates him.

My eyes close. I am here and not here. A waking nap? A flight to the end of the galaxy and perhaps a couple of billion light-years beyond?

I think goodness is about how person behaves to person, and also person to world, to nature.

Put your backbone where your wishbone is.