A New Philosophy, A New Way Of

Granted I Am A Babbler, A Harmless Vexatious Babbler, Like All Of Us. But What Is To Be Done If The Direct And Sole Vocation Of Every Intelligent Man Is Babble, That Is, The Intentional Pouring Of Water Through A Sieve?

I Bless The Rising Sun Each Day, And, As Before, My Heart Sings To Meet It, But Now I Love Even More Its Setting, Its Long Slanting Rays & The Soft Tender Gentle Memories That Come With Them...’ -father Zossima

The Jealous Are The Readiest Of All To Forgive, And All Women Know It.

Only Through Suffering Can We Find Ourselves.

The Fear Of Appearances Is The First Symptom Of Impotence.