Confession Ran In The Family.

For Most Of Us, For Almost All Of Us, Truth Can Be Attained, If At All, Only In Silence. It Is In Silence That The Human Spirit Touches The Divine.

How Rarely Can Happiness Be Really Innocent And Not Triumphant, Not An Insult To The Deprived.

Time Can Divorce Us From The Reality Of People, It Can Separate Us From People And Turn Them Into Ghosts. Or Rather It Is We Who Turn Them Into Ghosts Or Demons. Some Kinds Of Fruitless Preoccupations With The Past Can Create Such Simulacra, And They Can Exercise Power, Like Those Heroes At Troy Fighting For A Phantom Helen.

Evil Soon Makes Tools Out Of Those Who Don't Hate It.

Another Person's Illness Is Often Harder To Bear Than One's Own.