Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not read more

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it read more

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another's tears, Till in Heaven the deed appears, Pass it on.

Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, read more

Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, one must please. What pleases you in others, will in general please them in you.

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and read more

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality--not as we expect it to be but as it is--is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.

There would be no passion in this world if we never had to fight for what we love.

There would be no passion in this world if we never had to fight for what we love.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

Nothing can occur beyond the strength of faith to sustain, or, transcending the resources of religion, to relieve.

Nothing can occur beyond the strength of faith to sustain, or, transcending the resources of religion, to relieve.