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We Are Ignorant Of The Beyond Because This Ignorance Is The Condition Of Our Own Life. Just As Ice Cannot Know Fire Except By Melting And Vanishing.

Our Dream Dashes Itself Against The Great Mystery Like A Wasp Against A Window Pane. Less Merciful Than Man, God Never Opens The Window.

Those Moments When You Feel You Want To Read Something Truly Beautiful. The Eyes Make A Tour Of The Library, And There Is Nothing. Then You Decide To Take No Matter What, And It Is Full Of Beautiful Things.

Writing Is The Only Profession Where No One Considers You Ridiculous If You Earn No Money.

The Bourgeois Are Other People.