We Don’t Ask To Be Eternal Beings.

Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The Spirit.

There Is No Hope Of Joy Except In Human Relations.

It's Useful Because It's Beautiful.

Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That Has Grown Earth-bound.

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.