There Is A Down-and-outness Under True Knowledge

One Has Just Been Sent Out As A Biblical Dove, Has Found Nothing Green, And Slips Back Into The Darkness Of The Ark

I Think We Ought To Read Only The Kind Of Books That Wound And Stab Us. If The Book We Are Reading Doesn't Wake Us Up With A Blow On The Head, What Are We Reading It For?

Either The World Is So Tiny Or We Are Enormous; In Either Case, We Fill It Completely.

In A Certain Sense The Good Is Comfortless.

I’m Doing Badly, I’m Doing Well; Whichever You Prefer.