There Are No Original Ideas. There Are

Facts Mean Nothing To Wounded Feelings.

If There Is One Lesson Rome Teaches, It Is That Matter Is Good; In Rome The Holy And The Homely Rise And Converge.

Grief Does Not End And Love Does Not Die And Nothing Fills Its Graven Place. With Grace, Pain Is Transmuted Into The Gold Of Wisdom And Compassion And The Lesser Coin Of Muted Sadness And Resignation; But Something Leaden Of It Remains, To Become The Kernel Arond Which More Pain Accretes (a Black Pearl): One Pain Becomes Every Other Pain ... Unless One Strips Away, One By One, The Layers Of Pain To Get To The Heart Of The Pain - And This Causes More Pain, Pain So Intense As To Feel Like Evisceration.

The Dream Police Will Not Let Me Have Sexual Fantasies.

Great Unhappiness Is Incompatible With The Belief That It Will Ever End.