No One Ever Told Me That Grief

In Your World, I Have Another Name. You Should Know Me By It.

Consciousness Is Either Inexplicable Illusion, Or Else Revelation.

We Live, In Fact, In A World Starved For Solitude, Silence, And Private: And Therefore Starved For Meditation And True Friendship.

A Cold, Self-righteous Prig Who Goes Regularly To Church May Be Far Nearer To Hell Than A Prostitute.

Only Real Risk Passes The Reality Of Faith.