The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay "in kind" somewhere else in life.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

The wave of the future is coming and there is no fighting it.

Dearly beloved — late again!

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour…. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable. All these and other factors combined, if the circumstances are right, can teach and can lead to rebirth.

I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.