Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over?

If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over?

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and read more

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

If you close your eyes, you could just as well imagine me to be vintage Ali MacGraw, circa 1968.

If you close your eyes, you could just as well imagine me to be vintage Ali MacGraw, circa 1968.

Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.

Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.

Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfailing, self-sustaining, unconditioned, timeless. When you have this joy, human read more

Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfailing, self-sustaining, unconditioned, timeless. When you have this joy, human life becomes a paradise; the light, the grace, the power, the perfections of that which is highest in your inner consciousness, appear in your everyday life.

To be human means to feel inferior.

To be human means to feel inferior.

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the read more

Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the fiction because it is already there.