Love...is The Immovability Of Truth.

The Eskimos Have Four Hundred Words For Snow, And The Jewshave Four Hundred For Schmuck.

That’s All Anyone Wants From Anyone Else, Not Love Itself But The Knowledge That Love Is There.

Love...is The Immovability Of Truth.

Profound, Bottomless Self-doubt - It Has No Value - What's The Point? In A Way, It Takes Up As Much Time As Anything Else.

And Yet And Yet - The Last Secret Of The Tree Of Codes Is That Nothing Can Ever Reach A Definite Conclusion. Nowhere As Much As There Do We Feel Possibilities Shaken By The Nearness Of Realization. The Atmosphere Becomes Possibilities And We Shall Wander And Make A Thousand Mistakes. We Shall Wander Along Yet Not Be Able To Understand.