It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time we never see it.
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage then to their disadvantage.
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as...
We used to wonder where war lived what it was that made it so vile. And now...
Truth like light blinds. Falsehood on the contrary is a beautiful...
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
