The More We Try To Rest Ourselves

True Contact Between Beings Is Established Only By Mute Presence, By Apparent Non-communication, By That Mysterious And Wordless Exchange Which Resembles Inward Prayer.

Wisdom Disguises Our Wounds; It Teaches Us How To Bleed In Secret.

We Would Not Be Interested In Human Beings If We Did Not Have The Hope Of Someday Meeting Someone Worse Off Than Ourselves.

To Act Is To Anchor In The Imminent Future.

True Moral Elegance Consists In The Art Of Disguising One's Victories As Defeats.