The Most Painful Moral Struggles Are Not

Grief Does Not End And Love Does Not Die And Nothing Fills Its Graven Place. With Grace, Pain Is Transmuted Into The Gold Of Wisdom And Compassion And The Lesser Coin Of Muted Sadness And Resignation; But Something Leaden Of It Remains, To Become The Kernel Arond Which More Pain Accretes (a Black Pearl): One Pain Becomes Every Other Pain ... Unless One Strips Away, One By One, The Layers Of Pain To Get To The Heart Of The Pain - And This Causes More Pain, Pain So Intense As To Feel Like Evisceration.

The Best Work Is A Fusion Of Love And Praise.

Fantasies Are More Than Substitutes For Unpleasant Reality; They Are Also Dress Rehearsals, Plans. All Acts Performed In The World Begin In The Imagination.

Desire Creates Its Own Object.

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .