Seeking What Is True Is

At That Moment He Knew What His Mother Was Thinking, And That She Loved Him. But He Knew, Too, That To Love Someone Means Relatively Little; Or, Rather, That Love Is Never Strong Enough To Find The Words Befitting It. Thus He And His Mother Would Always Love Each Other Silently. And One Day She--or He--would Die, Without Ever, All Their Lives Long, Having Gone Farther Than This By Way Of Making Their Affection Known.

Stupidity Has A Knack Of Getting Its Way.

Sometimes, Carrying On, Just Carrying On, Is The Superhuman Achievement.

The Most Knowledgeable Person In One Domain May Be The Most Ignorant In Another.

Ah, Mon Cher, For Anyone Who Is Alone, Without God And Without A Master, The Weight Of Days Is Dreadful.