The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A

Starting A Novel Is Opening A Door On A Misty Landscape; You Can Still See Very Little But You Can Smell The Earth And Feel The Wind Blowing.

As We Live Our Precarious Lives On The Brink Of The Void, Constantly Coming Closer To A State Of Nonbeing, We Are All Too Often Aware Of Our Fragitlity.

Possibly, More People Kill Themselves And Others Out Of Hurt Vanity Than Out Of Envy, Jealousy, Malice Or Desire For Revenge.

Love Is The Last And Secret Name Of All The Virtues.

I Have Used The Word "attention," Which I Borrow From Simone Weil, To Express The Idea Of A Just And Loving Gaze Directed Upon Individual Reality. I Believe This To Be The Characteristic And Proper Mark Of The Active Moral Agent.