You Can't Test Courage Cautiously.

The Extravagant Gesture Is The Very Stuff Of Creation.

Ecstasy, I Think, Is A Soul's Response To The Waves Holiness Makes As It Nears.

There Was Only Silence. It Was The Silence Of Matter Caught In The Act And Embarrassed. There Were No Cells Moving, And Yet There Were Cells. I Could See The Shape Of The Land, How It Lay Holding Silence. Its Poise And Its Stillness Were Unendurable, Like The Ring Of The Silence You Hear In Your Skull When You're Little And Notice You're Living The Ring Which Resumes Later In Life When You're Sick.

There Is No Such Thing As An Artist: There Is Only The World Lit Or Unlit As The Light Allows. When The Candle Is Burning, Who Looks At The Wick? When The Candle Is Out, Who Needs It?

As Soon As Beauty Is Sought Not From Religion And Love, But For Pleasure, It Degrades The Seeker.