Only The Ephemeral Is Of

Childhood Is The World Of Miracle And Wonder; As If Creation Rose, Bathed In The Light, Out Of The Darkness, Utterly New And Fresh And Astonishing. The End Of Childhood Is When Things Cease To Astonish Us.

I Long For Solitude And Yet I Cannot Stand It.

I've Always Been Suspicious Of Collective Truths.

Explanation Separates Us From Astonishment, Which Is The Only Gateway To The Incomprehensible.

There Is No Religion In Which Everyday Life Is Not Considered A Prison; There Is No Philosophy Or Ideology That Does Not Think That We Live In Alienation.