Failures To Love Are Irremediable And Irredeemable.

I Do Not Think About Absent Persons As Often Or With Such Intense Longing As I Think Of Places. They Lie One Below The Other In My Mind.

The Sex Even In Serious Pornography Has Less Singularity Than The Mating Of Squirrels.

Nothing Lasts. Not Even A Great Sorrow.

Mere Human Beings Cant Afford To Be Fanatical About Anything. Not Even About Justice Or Loyalty. The Fanatic For Justice Ends By Murdering A Million Helpless People To Clear A Space For His Law-courts. If We Are To Survive On This Planet, There Must Be Compromises.

Language Is One Of The Thin Walls Humanity Has Built Up Over Centuries Against Its Own Bestial And Destructive Impulses.