Love Is Perfect Kindness.

There Is A Condescension On The Part Of The Infinite To The Mind Of Man. That Is What Looks Like God.

The Myth Is The Public Dream And The Dream Is The Private Myth.

Life Is Like Arriving Late For A Movie, Having To Figure Out What Was Going On Without Bothering Everybody With A Lot Of Questions, And Then Being Unexpectedly Called Away Before You Find Out How It Ends.

If You Are To Advance, All Fixed Ideas Must Go.

No Tribal Rite Has Yet Been Recorded Which Attempts To Keep Winter From Descending; On The Contrary: The Rites All Prepare The Community To Endure, Together With The Rest Of Nature, The Season Of The Terrible Cold.