Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish. >>
What I like in a good author isn't what he says, but what he whispers. >>
There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation. >>
The real being, with no status, is always going in and out through the >>
The world is not to be put in order; the world is order, incarnate. It >>
Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is. >>
Those who talk on the razor-edge of double-meanings pluck the rarest blooms from the precipice on either side.