You Draw Closer To Truth By Shutting

There Is No Such Thing As An Ugly Language. Today I Hear Every Language As If It Were The Only One, And When I Hear Of One That Is Dying, It Overwhelms Me As Though It Were The Death Of The Earth.

You Have But To Know An Object By Its Proper Name For It To Lose Its Dangerous Magic.

As If One Could Know The Good A Person Is Capable Of, When One Doesn't Know The Bad He Might Do.

There Can Be No Creator, Simply Because His Grief At The Fate Of His Creation Would Be Inconceivable And Unendurable.

I Cannot Become Modest; Too Many Things Burn In Me; The Old Solutions Are Falling Apart; Nothing Has Been Done Yet With The New Ones. So I Begin, Everywhere At Once, As If I Had A Century Ahead Of Me.