My Greatest Fear: Repetition.

It Is Conceivable At Least That A Late Generation, Such As We Presumably Are, Has Particular Need Of The Sketch, In Order Not To Be Strangled To Death By Inherited Conceptions Which Preclude New Births.... The Sketch Has Direction, But No Ending; The Sketch As Reflection Of A View Of Life That Is No Longer Conclusive, Or Is Not Yet Conclusive.

A Society Needs Famous People; The Question Is Whom It Chooses For That Role. Any Criticism Of Its Choice Is By Implication A Criticism Of That Society.

Thou Shalt Not, It Is Said, Make Unto Thee Any Graven Image Of God. The Same Commandment Should Apply When God Is Taken To Mean The Living Part Of Every Human Being, The Part That Cannot Be Grasped. It Is A Sin That, However Much It Is Committed Against Us, We Almost Continually Commit Ourselves--except When We Love.

We Know That Every Person Who Is Loved Feels Transformed, Unfolded, And He Unfolds Everything, The Most Intimate As Well As The Most Familiar, To The One Who Loves Him As Well As To Himself.... The Person One Loves Is As Ungraspable As The Universe, As God's Infinite Space, He Is Boundless, Full Of Possibilities, Full Of Secrets.

There Is No Such Thing, As Far As I'm Concerned, As Ownership In Love.