Toleration and liberty are the foundations of a great republic.
One thing must be avoided at all costs: narrow-mindedness, pedantry, dull pettiness.
So, it comes to pass that, when we pursue an inquiry beyond a certain depth, we step out of the field of psychological categories and enter the sphere of the ultimate mysteries of life. The floorboards of the soul, to which we try to penetrate, fan open and reveal the starry firmament.
There are things than cannot ever occur with any precision. They are too big and too magnificent to be contained in mere facts. They are merely trying to occur, they are checking whether the ground of reality can carry them. And they quickly withdraw, fearing to loose their integrity in the frailty of realization.
Reality is as thin as paper and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.
Could it be that time is too narrow for all events? Could it happen that all the seats within time might have been sold? Worried, we run along the train of events, preparing ourselves for the journey.
Lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life.
There are some things which a man never speaks of, which are much finer kept silent about. To the highest communications we only lend a silent ear.
I think moms need to share information on a regular, intimate basis.
If I had a dime for every time a homeless guy asked me for change, I'd still say no.
I, who have never heard a sound, tell you there is no silence, and I, who have never seen a ray of light, tell you there is no darkness.