There are, in fact, a cognitive itchand a divination using the human formwhile being alive, when life is not alive in its own senseexcept for the eternity.

I’m more than this kinesthetic intelligence of us trapped in this great chain of being that belongs to all of us.

I need to open this door of self in order to throw out everything that is useless and to save the meaning ofthe things I have to keep.

There is a human reification needingan eschatological regression.

Accepting the nonexistence of being, when the absence of existence means the negation of being.

If the truth was equal to the lie, and our love was equal to our hatred, we would become absolutely nil persons.

There is the fullness of our love, whereGod is knowable, whether willful or involuntary.

The eternal spacecreates the temporary spacesand anti-spacesfor zero.

I am a Cartesian clear and distinct object on this pyramidal peak of the mountain, where the echoes trail off almost forever the horizon.

You can understand my inner reactionsmore clearly than me because you can see me as a whole.

So the freshness lives onin a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb.

I always feel that when I come to Edinburgh, in many ways I am coming home.

Someone once said you could tell the people who were in the most successful relationships by the bite marks on their tongues.

The world, in its sheer exuberance of kindness, will try to bury the poet with warm and lovely human trivialities. It will even ask him to autograph books.

It's anticipated that Hurricane Rita will still be a Category 3 storm when it hits Port Arthur.

I am a great admirer of Robert Vavra and love his beautiful photographs and books. He is a wonderful artist, a poet.

Nothing will behave in the logical way you have come to expect.

Love for the Lord is not an ethereal, intellectual, dreamlike thing; it is the intensest, most vital, most passionate love of which the human heart is capable.

Sometimes a player's greatest challenge is coming to grips with his role on the team.

Life brings sorrows and joys alike. It is what a man does with them - not what they do to him - that is the true test of his mettle.