Only A Very Gifted Mind Could Cope

Time Is The Inexplicable Raw Material Of Everything. With It, All Is Possible, Without It Nothing. The Supply Of Time Is Truly A Daily Miracle, An Affair Genuinely Astonishing When One Examines It.

It Is Within The Experience Of Everyone That When Pleasure And Pain Reach A Certain Intensity They Are Indistinguishable.

There Is No Magic Method Of Beginning... Take Hold Of Your Nerves, And Jump.

Its Language Is A Language Which The Soul Alone Understands, But Which The Soul Can Never Translate.

Because Her Instinct Has Told Her, Or Because She Has Been Reliably Informed, The Faded Virgin Knows That The Supreme Joys Are Not For Her; She Knows By A Process Of The Intellect; But She Can Feel Her Deprivation No More Than The Young Mother Can Feel The Hardship Of The Virgin's Lot.