Most Religions Do Not Make Men Better,

I Cannot Become Modest; Too Many Things Burn In Me; The Old Solutions Are Falling Apart; Nothing Has Been Done Yet With The New Ones. So I Begin, Everywhere At Once, As If I Had A Century Ahead Of Me.

There Can Be No Creator, Simply Because His Grief At The Fate Of His Creation Would Be Inconceivable And Unendurable.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ugly Language. Today I Hear Every Language As If It Were The Only One, And When I Hear Of One That Is Dying, It Overwhelms Me As Though It Were The Death Of The Earth.

Beauty Always Has Something Remote.

The Act Of Naming Is The Great And Solemn Consolation Of Mankind