There Is Nothing That God Hates So

What Does It Matter, All Is Grace.

The World Is Eaten Up By Boredom. You Can't See It All At Once. It Is Like Dust. You Go About And Never Notice, You Breathe It In, You Eat And Drink It. It Is Sifted So Fine, It Doesn't Even Grit On Your Teeth. But Stand Still For An Instant And There It Is, Coating Your Face And Hands.

Civilization Exists Precisely So That There May Be No Masses But Rather Men Alert Enough Never To Constitute Masses.

A Poor Man With Nothing In His Belly Needs Hope, Illusion, More Than Bread.

I Know The Compassion Of Others Is A Relief At First. I Don't Despise It. But It Can't Quench Pain, It Slips Through Your Soul As Through A Sieve. And When Our Suffering Has Been Dragged From One Pity To Another, As From One Mouth To Another, We Can No Longer Respect Or Love It.