One of my problems is to find the self.
Every moment must be first known and then savored.
And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?
I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.
The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.
Evil is a point of view. . . God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately. . . for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.
As I lived up to the highest light I had, higher and higher light came to me.
This survival of the fittest implies multiplication of the fittest.
What we needed were not words and promises but a steady accumulation of small realities.
Each new situation requires a new architecture.