Ordination Quotes

Only the free-wheeling artist-explorer, non-academic, scientist-philosopher, mechanic, economist-poet who has never waited for patron-starting and accrediting of his co-ordinate capabilities holds the prime initiative today.

OUR ORDINATION: Sir Isaac Newton, 1642 – 1747 About the times of the End, a body of men will be raised up who will turn their attention to the prophecies, and insist upon their literal interpretation, in the midst of much clamor and opposition.

This is time for us. Memory. A nostalgia. The pain of absence. But it isn't absence that causes sorrow. It is affection and love. Without affection, without love, such absences would cause us no pain. For this reason, even the pain caused by absence is in the end something good and even beautiful. Because it feeds on that which gives meaning to life.

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Because everything that begins must end. What causes us to suffer is not in the past or the future: it is here, now, in our memory, in our expectations. We long for timelessness, we endure the passing of time: we suffer time. Time is suffering.

We are stories, contained within the twenty complicated centimeters behind our eyes...

We understand the world in its becoming, not in its being.

School days, I believe, are the unhappiest in the whole span of human existence. They are full of dull, unintelligible tasks, new and unpleasant ordinances, brutal violations of common sense and common decency. It doesn't take a reasonably bright boy long to discover that most of what is rammed into him is nonsense, and that no one really cares very much whether he learns it or not.

Donne", commentò, sinceramente incredulo e del tutto incurante di averne una davanti. "Campassi cent'anni non le capirei mai e, nel caso dovesse succedere, andrei immediatamente a farmi esorcizzare".

I'm an eye. A mechanical eye. I, the machine, show you a world the way only I can see it. I free myself for today and forever from human immobility. I'm in constant movement. I approach and pull away from objects. I creep under them. I move alongside a running horse's mouth. I fall and rise with the falling and rising bodies. This is I, the machine, manoeuvring in the chaotic movements, recording one movement after another in the most complex combinations. Freed from the boundaries of time and space, I co-ordinate any and all points of the universe, wherever I want them to be. My way leads towards the creation of a fresh perception of the world. Thus I explain in a new way the world unknown to you.

We keep waiting to be crowned, Waiting for the world to judge us worthy of offering our brightest, most empowered and beautiful stuff. But that won’t happen. Your next certification or ordination or degree will do nothing for your expression in the world until you accept how unspeakably worthy and valuable you already are to be here and share yourself with us.

Sai cos'è bello, qui? Guarda: noi camminiamo, lasciamo tutte quelle orme sulla sabbia, e loro restano lì, precise, ordinate. Ma domani, ti alzerai, guarderai questa grande spiaggia e non ci sarà più nulla, un'orma, un segno qualsiasi, niente. Il mare cancella, di notte. La marea nasconde. È come se non fosse mai passato nessuno. È come se noi non fossimo mai esistiti. Se c'è un luogo, al mondo, in cui puoi non pensare a nulla, quel luogo è qui. Non è più terra, non è ancora mare. Non è vita falsa, non è vita vera. È tempo. Tempo che passa. E basta...

Tegularius was a willful, moody person who refused to fit into his society. Every so often he would display the liveliness of his intellect. When highly stimulated he could be entrancing; his mordant wit sparkled and he overwhelmed everyone with the audacity and richness of his sometimes somber inspirations. But basically he was incurable, for he did not want to be cured; he cared nothing for co-ordination and a place in the scheme of things. He loved nothing but his freedom, his perpetual student status, and preferred spending his whole life as the unpredictable and obstinate loner, the gifted fool and nihilist, to following the path of subordination to the hierarchy and thus attaining peace. He cared nothing for peace, had no regard for the hierarchy, hardly minded reproof and isolation. Certainly he was a most inconvenient and indigestible component in a community whose idea was harmony and orderliness. But because of this very troublesomeness and indigestibility he was, in the midst of such a limpid and prearranged little world, a constant source of vital unrest, a reproach, an admonition and warning, a spur to new, bold, forbidden, intrepid ideas, an unruly, stubborn sheep in the herd.

Non sarebbe andata via, ma anche se lo avesse fatto sapeva di poter tornare soltanto dove c'era lui.

Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus

Un istante dopo una risata bassa, fresca come aria nel buio della notte, la colpì facendola trasalire. - Le ha quasi staccato una mano e lei si mostra indifferente – commentò una voce profonda alle sue spalle – Ma non mi sarei aspettato nulla di meno da Eloise Weiss: per ottenerla, quella mano, bisogna strappargliela.

No woman has ever lacked elegance because of an excess of simplicity but always because of an accumulation of elaborate details or of ensembles that are badly co-ordinated or ill-adapted to the hour and the occasion.

It is probably the last conversation like this the seminarian and I will have. After his ordination, particular friendships with women will be discouraged. I understand why, but in a wider sense, it is frightening. If you are not friends with women, they are theoretical to you.

In America, on the ordinate plane of faith versus reason, the x-axis of faith intersects with the y-axis of reason at the zero point of "I don't give a damn what you think".

Only he who has a co-ordinated understanding of both the visible and the invisible, of matter and spirit, of activity and that which is behind activity, conquers Nature and thus overcomes death.

Perché c’è un ordine segreto. I libri non puoi metterli a caso. L’altro giorno ho riposto Cervantes accanto a Tolstoj. E ho pensato: se vicino ad Anna Karenina c’è Don Chisciotte, di sicuro quest’ultimo farà di tutto per salvarla.

And Irene hadn’t broken the letter of any ordinances – she hoped. She’d just jumped up and down on the spirit of them, then taken them down a dark alley and made some pointed suggestions at knife-point.

To deal with history [life] means to abandon one's self to chaos but to retain a belief in the ordination and the meaning. It is a very serious task.

Eye and foot acquire in rough walking a co-ordination that makes one distinctly aware of where the next step is to fall, even while watching sky and land.

Another scheme of Satan is to eliminate from the church all the humble, self-denying ordinances that are offensive to unsanctified tastes and unregenerate hearts. He seeks to reduce the church to a mere human institution—popular, natural, fleshly, and pleasing.

Difficulty is a severe instructor, set over us by the supreme ordinance of a parental guardian and legislator, who knows us better than we know ourselves, as he loves us better too. He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

I do not intend to defend capitalism or capitalists. They, like everything human, have their defects. I only say their possibilities of usefulness are not ended. Capitalism has borne the monstrous burden of the war and today still has the strength to shoulder the burdens of peace. ... It is not simply and solely an accumulation of wealth, it is an elaboration, a selection, a co-ordination of values which is the work of centuries. ... Many think, and I myself am one of them, that capitalism is scarcely at the beginning of its story.

I am my mother’s caresses, and the serene kindness with which my father calmly guided me; I am my adolescent travels; I am what my reading has deposited in layers in my mind; I am my loves, my moments of despair, my friendships, what I’ve written, what I’ve heard; the faces engraved on my memory. I am, above all, the one who a minute ago made a cup of tea for himself. The one who a moment ago typed the word “memory” into his computer. The one who just composed the sentence that I am now completing. If all this disappeared, would I still exist? I am this long, ongoing novel. My life consists of it.

It is thus quite certain that the constitution of the true religion, the ordinances of which are derived from God, must be incomparably superior to that of every other.

«Signore», disse Morton. «Il primo chiodo della vostra bara». «Spero sia di oro massiccio, l’ultima volta che li ho ordinati me li hanno consegnati in un’assurda lega a cui non voglio nemmeno pensare». Bryce Vandemberg, che stava esaminando un certo numero di elaborati vasi di marmo, si voltò verso la soglia dove Sophia, poco dietro Morton, gli rivolse un inchino compito. «Oh, ma si riferisce a te», Bryce inarcò un sopracciglio. «Deve essere arrivata la fine del mondo se Morton si è messo a fare dell’umorismo».

«Adesso parliamo di Justin Sinclair», continuò Bryce. «Abbiamo valutato alcune possibilità perché, prima o poi, un matrimonio per ragion di Stato è ciò che ti verrà in sorte. Il minimo che io possa fare è limitare i danni, anche in quanto fermo oppositore dell’istituzione». «Della ragion di Stato?». «No, del matrimonio».

Marriage is more than your love for each other. It has a higher dignity and power, for it is God's holy ordinance, through which He wills to perpetuate the human race till the end of time. In your love you see only your two selves in the world, but in marriage you are a link in the chain of the generations, which God causes to come and to pass away to His glory, and calls into His kingdom. In your love, you see only the heaven of your own happiness, but in marriage you are placed at a post of responsability towards the world and mankind. Your love is your own private possession, but marriage is more than something personal - it is a status, an office. Just as it is the crown, and not merely the will to rule, that makes the king, so it is marriage, and not merely your love for each other, that joins you together in the sight of God and man.

A new heart will I give you and a new spirit will I put within you, and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. And I will put my Spirit within you and cause you to walk in My statutes, and you shall heed My ordinances and do them. Ezekiel 36:26,27

There was a time when a new deputy tried to teach Mr. Fruit about the difference between a red and a green light, but Mr. Fruit had resisted all efforts to reorder what he had been doing perfectly well for many years. He had not only monitored the comings and goings of the town, his presence softened the ingrained evil that flourished along the invisible margins of the town’s consciousness. Any community can be judged in its humanity or corruption by how it manages to accommodate the Mr. Fruits of the world. Colleton simply adjusted itself to Mr. Fruit’s harmonies and ordinations. He did whatever he felt was needed and he did it with style. “That’s the Southern way” my grandmother said. “That’s the nice way.

[God] never will institute an ordinance or give a commandment to His people that is not calculated in its nature to promote that happiness which He has designed, and which will not end in the greatest amount of good and glory to those who become the recipients of His law and ordinances.

Ve l'ho detto, Axel, e ve l'ho dimostrato: il mio amore non è il peggiore degli inferni." Lui si mosse le labbra, lottando contro la disperazione. "Così avete reso inferno un amore che mi ha accompagnato per tutta la mia esistenza".

«Pensavo ai peccati». Una risata impalpabile si agitò nelle ombre gettate dalle lanterne a olio sulle pietre lucide della strada. «Qual è il tuo, allora? Paura, oppure orgoglio?» Lei sentì suo malgrado una risata premerle le labbra. «La vanità», ammise in tono quasi allegro.

[O]nce we give up on the idea that only heterosexuality is normal and that all human bodies are clearly either male or female, more and more kinds of bodies and desires will come into view. Perhaps also, one body may, in one lifetime, move through many identities and desires. The use of,queer’ then, is a deliberate political move, which underscores the fluidity (potential and actual) of sexual identity and sexual desire. The term suggests that all kinds of sexual desire and identifications are possible, and all these have socio-cultural and historical co-ordinates.

Everybody likes to get as much power as circumstances allow, and nobody will vote for a self-denying ordinance.

«Ho voluto credere che fosse a causa di un incantesimo quando eri sempre nei miei pensieri e mi scoprivo a cercarti tra la gente.Non avrei dovuto nemmeno guardarti e invece volevo cedere a ciò che desideravo,dopotutto chi ero io per oppormi a una forza più grande di me?».

I'm not particularly in favor of doctrine or creed, ordination, the elevation of holy texts, the institution of church, or, for that matter, Christianity. Like most religions, it has irreconcilable shortcomings and an unforgivable history. What I do favor is the attempt to make sense of things by living within a story. The Christian story, for good or ill, is my inheritance.

Holiness is the strength of the soul. It comes by faith and through obedience to God's laws and ordinances. God then purifies the heart by faith, and the heart becomes purged from that which is profane and unworthy. When holiness is achieved by conforming to God's will, one knows intuitively that which is wrong and that which is right before the Lord. Holiness speaks when there is silence, encouraging that which is good or reproving that which is wrong.

Era veleno, veleno racchiuso in un'ampolla trasparente e meravigliosa, che si lasciava ammirare senza nascondere la propria essenza pericolosa.

Before Newton, time for humanity was the way of counting how things changed. Before him, no one had thought it possible that a time independent of things could exist. Don't take your intuitions and ideas to be 'natural': they are often the products of the ideas of audacious thinkers who came before us.

I am not in charge of this House, and never will be. I have no say about who is in and who is out. I do not get to make the rules. Like Job, I was nowhere when God laid the foundations of the earth. I cannot bind the chains of the Pleiades or loose the cords of Orion. I do not even know when the mountain goats give birth, much less the ordinances of the heavens. I am a guest here, charged with serving other guests—even those who present themselves as my enemies. I am allowed to resist them, but as long as I trust in one God who made us all, I cannot act as if they are no kin to me. There is only one House. Human beings will either learn to live in it together or we will not survive to hear its sigh of relief when our numbered days are done.

Una statua dallo splendore del marmo di luna e una bellezza straziante da fare desiderare anche l’Inferno per poterla vedere ancora. L’aveva distratta per un istante, emergendo sul terrore folle che le invadeva il cervello. Né morto né vivo, una creatura del sangue che cammina per l’eternità su quella soglia che agli umani è consentito varcare una volta soltanto, senza ritorno

Era ordonat ca oamenii care stiu ca nu se vor casatori niciodata.O ordine care afirma o singuratate acceptata.

-Ti ha supplicato in lacrime di non morire-, intervenne Ross con il consueto tatto. Bryce fece finta di pensarci su. -In realtà credo abbia urlato qualcosa come "maledetto idiota se osi morire ti ucciderò". Ma non mi pare il caso di sottilizzare-.

«Questa vicenda mi ha fatto pensare molto. Amare è anche fuggire e poi interrompere a metà la corsa e sedersi sul ciglio della strada per aspettare che chi ti ha ferito così tanto venga a prenderti. Per Axel e me è stato così, e io non voglio arrivare alla fine della mia vita e accorgermi di aver lasciato indietro ciò che volevo veramente».

To promote a woman to bear rule, superiority, dominion, or empire above any realm, nation, or city, is repugnant to nature; contumely to God, a thing most contrary to his revealed will and approved ordinance; and finally, it is the subversion of good order, of all equity and justice.

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Grumio: For he fears none.

Da qualche parte c’è un uomo che ha imparato a sovvertire l’ordine del tempo, così che il mondo viva delle sue menzogne. Uccide il giorno dormendo, rifugiandosi nel cuore di una notte che non finisce mai. Uccide quella verità che nasconde per primo a se stesso, poiché ha capito che il modo migliore per mantenere un segreto è dimenticarlo.

1883. ...The teaching of the Church has elaborated the principle of subsidiarity, according to which "a community of a higher order should not interfere in the internal life of a community of a lower order, depriving the latter of its functions, but rather should support it in case of need and help to co-ordinate its activity with the activities of the rest of society, always with a view to the common good.

Those dear to me took fright for my safety and, perhaps, my sanity. Kings, they explained, do not walk like beggars for hundreds of miles. My response was that if a beggar could managed the feat, then why not a king? Did they think me less capable than a beggar? Sometimes I think that I am. The beggar knows much that the king can only guess. And yet who draws up the codes for begging ordinances? Often I wonder what my experience in life--my easy life following the Desolation, and my current level of comfort--has given me of any true experience to use in making laws. If we had to rely on what we knew, kings would only be of use in creating laws regarding the proper heating of tea and the cushioning of thrones.

Era lei.La musica della sua allegria era balsamo e acido, gli scorticava la pelle scoprendo superfici di sé che non avrebbe immaginato. Averla così vicina - dieci passi e milioni di pensieri - bastava a smarrire

I giardini dei morti sbocciavano di notte, fasci di fiori imbalsamati dal gelo sotto una luna immobile nella sua corte di nuvole inginocchiate alla base del cielo, sul tratto di un orizzonte di croci e mausolei che disegnavano di marmo e ombra il profilo di un silenzio interminabile.

A priest is a functionary of a social sort. The society worships certain deities in a certain way, and the priest becomes ordained as a functionary to carry out that ritual. The deity to whom he is devoted is a deity that was there before he came along. But the shaman's powers are symbolized in his own familiars, deities of his own personal experience. His authority comes out of a psychological experience, not a social ordination.

Chickenshit refers to behavior that makes military life worse than it need be: petty harassment of the weak by the strong; open scrimmage for power and authority and prestige; sadism thinly disguised as necessary discipline; a constant 'paying off of old scores'; and insistence on the letter rather than the spirit of ordinances.

E chi se non lui poteva sapere meglio di chiunque che lei avrebbe continuato a sorridere anche se davvero le avessero staccato una parte del corpo, un braccio, una mano, un pezzo di carne da dentro il petto. La sua voce proveniva da dietro le sue spalle, nella perfetta raffigurazione del colpo sferrato alla schiena. A tradimento

Democratic government is no longer an exercise of arbitrary authority from one above, but is an organization for public service of the people themselves--or will be when it is really attained. In this change government ceases to be compulsion, and becomes agreement; law ceases to be authority and becomes co-ordination. When we learn the rules of whist or chess we do not obey them because we fear to be punished if we don't, but because we want to play the game.

For some reason, the sight of snow descending on fire always makes me think of the ancient world – legionaries in sheepskin warming themselves at a brazier: mountain altars where offerings glow between wintry pillars; centaurs with torches cantering beside a frozen sea – scattered, unco-ordinated shapes from a fabulous past, infinitely removed from life; and yet bringing with them memories of things real and imagined. These classical projections, and something in the physical attitudes of the men themselves as they turned from the fire, suddenly suggested Poussin’s scene in which the Seasons, hand in hand and facing outward, tread in rhythm to the notes of the lyre that the winged and naked greybeard plays. The image of Time brought thoughts of mortality: of human beings, facing outwards like the Seasons, moving hand in hand in intricate measure: stepping slowly, methodically, sometimes a trifle awkwardly, in evolutions that take recognisable shape: or breaking into seeminly meaningless gyrations, while partners disappear only to reappear again, once more giving pattern to the spectacle: unable to control the melody, unable, perhaps, to control the steps of the dance.

A temple is literally the House of the Lord, reserved for ordinances of eternal significance. Those ordinances include baptisms, marriage, endowments, and sealings. Each temple is symbolic of our faith in God and an evidence of our faith in life after death. The temple is the object of every activity, every lesson, every progressive step in the Church. All of our efforts in proclaiming the gospel, perfecting the Saints, and redeeming the dead lead to the holy temple. Ordinances of the temple are absolutely crucial. We cannot return to God's glory without them.

You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability rather than an asset - that in view of the fact that spirit creates form we are justified in supposing that you must have brains. For you, a symbol of the unit, stiff and sharp, conscious of surpassing by dint of native superiority and liking for everything self-dependent, anything an ambitious civilization might produce: for you, unaided, to attempt through sheer reserve, to confuse presumptions resulting from observation, is idle. You cannot make us think you a delightful happen-so. But rose, if you are brilliant, it is not because your petals are the without-which-nothing of pre-eminence. Would you not, minus thorns, be a what-is-this, a mere perculiarity? They are not proof against a worm, the elements, or mildew; but what about the predatory hand? What is brilliance without co-ordination? Guarding the infinitesimal pieces of your mind, compelling audience to the remark that it is better to be forgotten than to be re- membered too violently, your thorns are the best part of you.

Past and future are different from each other. Cause precedes effect. Pain comes after a wound, not before it. The glass shatters into a thousand pieces, and the pieces do not re-form into a glass. We cannot change the past; we can have regrets, remorse, memories. The future instead is uncertainty, desire, anxiety, open space, destiny, perhaps. We can live toward it, shape it, because it does not yet exist. Everything is still possible... Time is not a line with two equal directions: it is an arrow with different extremities.

When I was ordained, it was for a special ministry, that of serving children and families through television. I consider that what I do through "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood" is my ministry. A ministry doesn't have to be only through a church, or even through an ordination. And I think we all can minister to others in this world by being compassionate and caring. I hope you will feel good enough about yourselves that you will want to minister to others, and that you will find your own unique ways to do that.

The Pope would have an easier job than the President of the United States in adopting a change of course. He has no Congress alongside him as a legislative body nor a Supreme Court as a judiciary. He is absolute head of government, legislator and supreme judge in the church. If he wanted to, he could authorize contraception over night, permit the marriage of priests, make possible the ordination of women and allow eucharistic fellowship with this Protestant churches. What would a Pope do who acted in the spirit of Obama?

The Church has celebrated the place of the spirit. It has emphasized the need for a healthy body, but it has totally ignored the place of the mind. For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: Eat and drink, saith he to thee; but his heart is not with thee. Proverbs 23:7 The mind can be likened to the control room of life because it co-ordinates and controls the activities of a man. Call it the headquarters of a man’s existence, if you like. That is why scriptures say, as a man thinks in his heart (heart here meaning mind), so is he.

As human beings, we live by emotions and thoughts. We exchange them when we are in the same place at the same time, talking to each other, looking into each other's eyes, brushing against each other's skin. We are nourished by this network of encounters and exchanges. But, in reality, we do not need to be in the same place and time to have such exchanges. Thoughts and emotions that create bonds of attachment between us have no difficulty in crossing seas and decades, sometimes even centuries, tied to thin sheets of paper or dancing between the microchips of a computer. We are part of a network that goes far beyond the few days of our lives and the few square meters that we tread. This book is also a part of that weave...

We are stories, contained within the twenty complicated centimeters behind our eyes, lines drawn by traces left by the (re)mingling together of things in the world, and oriented toward predicting events in the future, toward the direction of increasing entropy, in a rather particular corner of this immense, chaotic universe.

We start, then, with nothing, pure zero. But this is not the nothing of negation. For not means other than, and other is merely a synonym of the ordinal numeral second. As such it implies a first; while the present pure zero is prior to every first. The nothing of negation is the nothing of death, which comes second to, or after, everything. But this pure zero is the nothing of not having been born. There is no individual thing, no compulsion, outward nor inward, no law. It is the germinal nothing, in which the whole universe is involved or foreshadowed. As such, it is absolutely undefined and unlimited possibility -- boundless possibility. There is no compulsion and no law. It is boundless freedom.

Improvvisamente lei si sentì fragile come un bicchiere. Cristallo spesso e tenace, poteva cadere al suolo senza riportare alcun danno oppure sbeccarsi in un angolo restando comunque intero. C’era però un punto, un punto preciso che, se avesse colpito il suolo, lo avrebbe fatto esplodere in mille frammenti, tanto da rendere impossibile riconoscere che forma avesse avuto in origine. Frantumata, sgretolata.

‎È un gran miracolo che io non abbia rinunciato a tutte le mie speranze perché esse sembrano assurde e inattuabili. Le conservo ancora, nonostante tutto, perché continuo a credere nell'intima bontà dell'uomo. Mi è impossibile costruire tutto sulla base della morte, della miseria, della confusione. Vedo il mondo mutarsi lentamente in un deserto, odo sempre più forte l'avvicinarsi del rombo che ucciderà noi pure, partecipo al dolore di milioni di uomini, eppure quando guardo il cielo, penso che tutto si volgerà nuovamente al bene, che anche questa spietata durezza cesserà, che ritorneranno l'ordine, la pace e la serenità.

«Vuoi una scelta?». Le sussurrò quella domanda sulle labbra prima di spingerle con forza con le proprie. Allentò quella tensione squisita soltanto quando la sentì scuotere il capo in segno di diniego, allora rise, piano, facendole scorrere una mano tra i capelli. «Non sarebbe stato giusto concedertela», le rispose. La sua voce soffice le solleticò la pelle arrossata del collo. «Io non ne ho mai avuta alcuna, dal momento in cui ti ho tenuta tra le braccia la prima volta».

I do not fear death. I fear suffering. And I fear old age, though less so now that I am witnessing the tranquil and pleasant old age of my father. I am afraid of frailty, and of the absence of love. But death does not alarm me. It did not scare me when I was young, and I thought at the time that this was because it was such a remote prospect. But now, at sixty, the fear has yet to arrive. I love life, but life is also struggle, suffering, pain. I think of death as akin to a well-earned rest.

I remember a little girl... But how can that be... Once I was that little Resi, and then one day I became an old woman? ...If God wills it so, why allow me to see it? Why doesn't he hide it from me? Everything is a mystery, such a deep mystery... I feel the fragility of things in time. From the bottom of my heart, I feel we should cling to nothing. Everything slips through our fingers. All that we seek to hold on to dissolves. Everything vanishes, like mist and dreams... Time is a strange thing. When we don't need it, it is nothing. Then, suddenly, there is nothing else. It is everywhere around us. Also within us. It seeps into our faces. It seeps into the mirror, runs through my temples... Between you and I it runs silently, like an hourglass. Oh, Quin Quin. Sometimes I feel it flowing inexorably. Sometimes I get up in the middle of the night and stop all the clocks...

Eloise sgranò i suoi titoli con l’indifferenza colpevole con cui avrebbe gettato in terra noccioli di ciliegie, poi lasciò scivolare via nella nebbia una fuggevole visione di lisci capelli di un biondo intenso intorno a un viso dai lineamenti affilati. Studente anziano, Duca dell’Ordine della Chiave e componente del senato studentesco; secondogenito dei Vandemberg, la famiglia regnate della Nazione Sovrana di Aldenor. Principe del sangue e Principe dello Studium. Elegante, dissoluto, galante. L’incarnazione stessa dello scholaro delle ballate da osteria.

Morala constituie pentru arta o primejdie pe care multi o subestimeaza, arta se apropie mai mult de natura, prin cruzimea ei infantila, decat morala, care e creatia spiritului uman matur, impins de nevoia de a pune ordine in viata afectiva si de a tine in frau instinctele. Uneori, ea devine necrutatoare,tinzand la suprimarea totala a instinctelor, ca si cand fara ele fiinta umana ar putea supravietui.

-Che cosa?-, chiese con voce strozzata non appena fu in grado di prendere un respiro intero. -È inaudito!-, tuono qualcuno dal basso. A conferma del fatto che alcuni avvenimenti potevano richiamare i morti dalla tomba, anche quelli finti, Bryce Vandemberg si rivolto nella bara e poi si levò a sedere. -Inaudito-, ripeté. -Ho capito di quale pittore si tratta, che bastardo!-. -Verissimo-, rispose Axel rincuorato dalla solidarietà del fratello. Bryce sembrava altrettanto infuriato. -Ma come ha osato fare una cosa simile? Perché Eloise? Eravamo insieme quel giorno! Perché quello stupido imbrattatele non lo ha chiesto a me?-, sbraito.

Everyone is familiar with the phenomenon of feeling more or less alive on different days. Everyone knows on any given day that there are energies slumbering in him which the incitements of that day do not call forth, but which he might display if these were greater. Most of us feel as if a sort of cloud weighed upon us, keeping us below our highest notch of clearness in discernment, sureness in reasoning, or firmness in deciding. Compared with what we ought to be, we are only half awake. Our fires are damped, our drafts are checked. We are making use of only a small part of our possible mental and physical resources. In some persons this sense of being cut off from their rightful resources is extreme, and we then get the formidable neurasthenic and psychasthenic conditions, with life grown into one tissue of impossibilities, that so many medical books describe. Stating the thing broadly, the human individual thus lives far within his limits; he possesses powers of various sorts which he habitually fails to use. He energizes below his maximum, and he behaves below his optimum. In elementary faculty, in co-ordination, in power of inhibition and co ntro l, in every conceivable way, his life is contracted like the field of vision of an hysteric subject — but with less excuse, for the poor hysteric is diseased, while in the rest of us, it is only an inveterate habit — the habit of inferiority to our full self — that is bad.

La risata di Axel suonò tenera e, seppure molto bassa, ne riconobbe il suono che le ronzò nelle orecchie con il calore di una notte estiva. Aveva sempre amato sentirle proferire qualcosa di oltraggioso.Rimpianto, nostalgia. Le rivolse uno sguardo che sembrava cancellare le distanze tra loro, calpestando la polvere delle strade che li separavano e trasformandola in oro.

De obicei, nu-mi plac oamenii trişti; cu atât mai puţin femeile triste. Cei mai mulţi dintre noi suferim de tristeţi umilitoare, de ordin biologic sau psihologic. Suntem trişti, pentru că am ratat o afacere, pentru că nu ne funcţioneaza ficatul sau pentru că am pierdut o noapte la chef sau bibliotecă. Iar cu femeile e şi mai penibil. E ceva de duzină în cele mai multe tristeţi feminine.

A metà di una strada lo vide, la camicia candida e il mantello gettato sulle spalle; aveva perso la feluca e i capelli erano scompigliati. Senza staccare gli occhi da lei guardava la folla di braccia e mani tese per abbracciarlo o semplicemente toccarlo. L'istante successivo non esisteva più alcuna strada o persona, non esisteva distanza, soltanto l'affondare il viso nei pizzi morbidi sul suo petto e le dita di una mano sul suo braccio, mentre quelle dell'altra sfioravano, incredule, la chiave d'oro appesa al suo collo. Poi la mano di Axel fu sulla sua schiena e l'altra si posò al lato del viso per costringerla con gentile fermezza a sollevarlo verso il suo. «I miei privilegi, signora, non avete possibilità di negarmeli oggi.» Il suo respirò la baciò ancora prima delle sue labbra.

Il cielo sopra di loro era una distesa di blu appena velato, a cui la nebbia conferiva la consistenza del velluto più morbido; la luna nuova era nascosta, inghiottita dalla sua fase più oscura, e le stelle erano libere di occhieggiare, padrone dell'immenso, come minuscoli grani di sabbia argentea lanciata dal caso su un drappo scuro. La nebbia attutiva il loro splendore, riducendolo a un ammiccare discreto, come bambine piccole che sussurrassero segreti tra loro, al riparo dalla curiosità degli adulti.

In un altro tempo io ero il falco e vivevo di giorno: della vita vedevo le luci. Lui era il lupo e viveva di notte: della vita vedeva le ombre. Io ero sempre in ritardo, mentre lui correva alla velocità del suono. Com’è logico supporre, non ci saremmo mai potuti incontrare, se non si fosse creato uno squarcio nel tempo per cui ci trovammo nello stesso luogo nell’istante in cui io non ero ancora un falco, e lui aveva già smesso di essere un lupo. Per ventiquattro ore appena sovvertimmo l’ordine del tempo, finché il giorno divenne notte e la notte divenne giorno, e il falco vide attraverso le ombre, senza esserne aggredito, e il lupo guardò verso la luce, senza esserne accecato. Poi io mi rituffai nella lentezza dei miei giorni, e lui riprese a correre nella frenesia delle sue notti. E ora vorrei non desiderare di ricondurlo dentro al mondo insieme a me. Vorrei non osservare ogni suo gesto segreto cercando di capire se posso accettare quella segretezza dentro la mia vita, e conoscere già la risposta. Vorrei non provare vergogna di me stessa al pensiero che lui non mi avrebbe ancora chiesto niente di tutto questo. Mi fa rabbia la sua lucida follia, che sottintende un coraggio più grande del mio. Ci vuole coraggio per essere pazzi, perché il mondo non ce lo permette.

The humanitarian philosophies that have been developed (sometimes under some religious banner and invariably in the face of religious opposition) are human inventions, as the name implies - and our species deserves the credit. I am a devout atheist - nothing else makes any sense to me and I must admit to being bewildered by those, who in the face of what appears so obvious, still believe in a mystical creator. However I can see that the promise of infinite immortality is a more palatable proposition than the absolute certainty of finite mortality which those of us who are subject to free thought (as opposed to free will) have to look forward to and many may not have the strength of character to accept it. Thus I am a supporter of Amnesty International, a humanist and an atheist. I believe in a secular, democratic society in which women and men have total equality, and individuals can pursue their lives as they wish, free of constraints - religious or otherwise. I feel that the difficult ethical and social problems which invariably arise must be solved, as best they can, by discussion and am opposed to the crude simplistic application of dogmatic rules invented in past millennia and ascribed to a plethora of mystical creators - or the latest invention; a single creator masquerading under a plethora of pseudonyms. Organisations which seek political influence by co-ordinated effort disturb me and thus I believe religious and related pressure groups which operate in this way are acting antidemocratically and should play no part in politics. I also have problems with those who preach racist and related ideologies which seem almost indistinguishable from nationalism, patriotism and religious conviction.

It is easy sometimes to blame genetics, some obesity gene perhaps. But even if this were true, we’ll still be referring to the machine. Genetics are predispositions. The body is designed as a closed system, physiologically speaking and unless acted upon by an outside or higher force it maintains its functions. It is designed to sustain its own survival. The psychological (self-ordinate command) is essential for this survival because the body also belongs to a self, one that can overfeed it, starve it or kill it as may be. It is also by material urges that you seek to acquire wealth and by self command, suppose what you consider a higher more fulfilling purpose that you choose to give it all away. The hard core truth is that despite some obesity gene, you can starve yourself to death if you want, or perhaps if you feel you have an ulterior higher purpose like an anorexic might, to look thin and beautiful in the eyes of the communal.

un'eco di malinconia, sfuggita al suo controllo, perdersi nella miriade di pezzi che componevano il mosaico.«Eloise è tutta la mia vita».Non aveva avuto l'intenzione di dire nulla, in realtà non stava nemmeno pensando direttamente a lei.«Era appena nata e già insistevo per poterla prendere in braccio. Volevo sempre tenerla io, passavo ore a guardarla. Tanto che alla fine la prima volta che ha aperto gli occhi l'avevo in grembo e ha visto me. Tutti nella mia famiglia avevano gli occhi chiari mentre i suoi erano scurissimi. Mi innamorai all'istante», rise dolcemente. «Avevo tre anni e da allora non ho mai pensato nemmeno per un momento che potesse esserci un'altra.

Are Christians victims of this post-Christian world? No. Sadly, Christians are coconspirators. We embrace modernism’s perks when they serve our own lusts and selfish ambitions. We despise modernism when it crosses lines of our precious moralism. Our cold and hard hearts; our failure to love the stranger; our selfishness with our money, our time, and our home; and our privileged back turned against widows, orphans, prisoners, and refugees mean we are guilty in the face of God of withholding love and Christian witness. And even more serious is our failure to read our Bibles well enough to see that the creation ordinance and the moral law, found first in the Old Testament, is as binding to the Christian as any red letter. Our own conduct condemns our witness to this world.

As a writer I find the relationship fascinating. Consider it. There is tension, and often unpleasantness, in both the union of man and woman, and of State and citizen. There is a great deal of hypocrisy too, but the relationship is not ever severed. The intercourse between State and citizens (it will be appropriate to call it forcible intercourse) also produces offspring as a marriage does. But frightening ones, like the “Safety Act and Ordinance”. Offspring that resemble their father, the State, more than the citizenry.

I want us all to have real clarity about the principles of the gospel that unite us. I want us to understand to the marrow of our bones that Jesus is the Christ, that his atonement releases us from the bondage of sin and error, that the covenants we make are eternally honored by our Heavenly Father, and that the ordinances of the gospel exist to perfect us as individuals, to purify us as a community, and to prepare us as a people for the second coming of our Lord. I want those principles to lead us the way the pillar of fire by night led the children of Israel in the wilderness. I want them to dominate our mental landscapes as the pillar of the cloud towered over them by day. I want singleness of vision when it comes to principles.

Personal and relative duties must be done in obedience to his commands, with due aim at pleasing and honouring him, from principles of holy love and fear of him. But there is an express and direct duty also that we owe to God, namely, belief and acknowledgement of his being and perfections, paying him internal and external worship and homage - loving, fearing, and trusting in Him - depending on Him, and devoting ourselves to Him - observing all those religious duties and ordinances that He has appointed - praying to Him, praising Him, and meditating on His word and works.

For we must Consider that we shall be as a City upon a Hill, the eyes of all people are upon us; so that if we shall deal falsely with our god in this work we have undertaken and so cause him to withdraw his present help from us, we shall be made a story and a byword through the world, we shall open the mouths of enemies to speak evil of the ways of god and all professors for Gods sake; we shall shame the faces of many of gods worthy servants, and cause their prayers to be turned into Curses upon us till we be consumed out of the good land whether we are going: And to shut up this discourse with that exhortation of Moses that faithful servant of the Lord in his last farewell to Israel Deut. 30. Beloved there is now set before us life, and good, death and evil in that we are Commanded this day to love the Lord our God, and to love one another to walk in his ways and to keep his Commandments and his Ordinance, and his laws, and the Articles of our Covenant with him that we may live and be multiplied, and that the Lord our God may bless us in the land whether we go to possess it: But if our hearts shall turn away so that we will not obey, but shall be seduced and worship other Gods our pleasures, and profits, and serve them, it is propounded unto us this day, we shall surely perish out of the good Land whether we pass over this vast Sea to possess it.

The whole ground of human life seems to some to have been gone over by their predecessors, both the heights and the valleys, and all things to have been cared for. According to Evelyn, "the wise Solomon prescribed ordinances for the very distances of trees; and the Roman prætors have decided how often you may go into your neighbor's land to gather the acorns which fall on it without trespass, and what share belongs to that neighbor." Hippocrates has even left directions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of the fingers, neither shorter nor longer. Undoubtedly the very tedium and ennui which presume to have exhausted the variety and the joys of life are as old as Adam. But man's capacities have never been measured; nor are we to judge of what he can do by any precedents, so little has been tried. Whatever have been thy failures hitherto, "be not afflicted, my child, for who shall assign to thee what thou hast left undone?

Dal corridoio giunse una voce contrariata. «Maledizione, l'ha ammazzato sul serio, adesso mi toccherà essere l'erede al trono al posto suo e indossare quel ridicolo mantello da cerimonia». Bryce fece irruzione nello studio e considerò con un breve sguardo Alexis sulla poltrona e Axel fermo al centro della stanza con un bicchiere in pezzi ai piedi. In faccia gli leggeva chiaramente che se fosse stato Alexis a tirarglielo dietro, avrebbe avuto tutta la sua comprensione. «Arrivi a proposito», disse Axel, calmissimo. «Ti spiacerebbe mandare qualcuno a chiamare Stephen Eldrige?». «L'unica persona che manderò a chiamare è un esorcista», disse Bryce, esasperato. «Sperando che almeno lui possa fare qualcosa per te».

Positively, the delinquent behavior seems to speak clearly enough. It asks for what we can’t give, but it is in this direction we must go. It asks for manly opportunities to work, make a little money, and have self-esteem; to have some space to bang around in, that is not always somebody’s property; to have better schools to open for them horizons of interest; to have more and better sex without fear or shame; to share somehow in the symbolic goods (like the cars) that are made so much of; to have a community and a country to be loyal to; to claim attention and have a voice. These are not outlandish demands. Certainly they cannot be satisfied directly in our present system; they are baffling. That is why the problem is baffling, and the final recourse is to a curfew, to ordinances against carrying knives, to threatening the parents, to reformatories with newfangled names, and to 1,100 more police on the street.

Se lui avesse potuto dire il suo nome ancora una volta, a voce così bassa da poterla sentire invece che ascoltarla.Se lo avesse fatto, così piano da non permettere alla veglia di ricordarle perché quel suono non poteva più renderla felice.Se solo non avesse mai smesso di piovere.Eloise, sei sveglia?Sì, e non voglio.Sotto la mano il cuscino era fresco e morbido, negli spazi tra le sue dita se ne insinuavano altre, calde e dure perché abituate a riempire di lusinghe l'elsa di una spada, non solo la pelle di una donna. Prendeva la sua una mano fatta per accarezzare e per uccidere.Una mano che l'aveva accarezzata, e poi uccisa.«Axel».Forse c'era stato uno scatto di esultanza profonda, perché ridestandosi aveva pronunciato per prima cosa il suo nome.Qualcosa che aveva a che fare col possesso e il riconoscimento.Qualcosa di così profondo che, se non si fosse opposta, avrebbe finito per precipitarvi dentro.Qualcosa che tra loro due era sempre esistito.L'aveva accarezzata.A quanto le avevano raccontato, lui era stata la prima cosa del mondo su cui aveva aperto gli occhi. Un fagottino di neonata, avvolta tra le braccia di un bambinetto di tre anni appena, che sollevava di colpo le palpebre incontrando per la prima volta due occhi blu pieni di amore e trionfo fissi su di lei.E poi uccisa.Una cicatrice che si risvegliava pulsando, lo spettro di dolore di un arto amputato, che esisteva solo nel ricordo dei nervi e bruciava, bruciava come fuoco.Lui era sete, tanta da accettare di annegare pur di riuscire a bere.«Axel».«Sono qui».

The season of the world before us will be like no other in the history of mankind. Satan has unleashed every evil, every scheme, every blatant, vile perversion ever known to man in any generation. Just as this is the dispensation of the fullness of times, so it is also the dispensation of the fullness of evil. We and our wives and husbands, our children, and our members must find safety. There is no safety in the world: wealth cannot provide it, enforcement agencies cannot assure it, membership in this Church alone cannot bring it. As the evil night darkens upon this generation, we must come to the temple for light and safety. In our temples we find quiet, sacred havens where the storm cannot penetrate to us. There are hosts of unseen sentinels watching over and guarding our temples. Angels attend every door. As it was in the days of Elisha, so it will be for us: “Those that be with us are more than they that be against us.” Before the Savior comes the world will darken. There will come a period of time where even the elect will lose hope if they do not come to the temples. The world will be so filled with evil that the righteous will only feel secure within these walls. The saints will come here not only to do vicarious work, but to find a haven of peace. They will long to bring their children here for safety’s sake. I believe we may well have living on the earth now or very soon the boy or babe who will be the prophet of the Church when the Savior comes. Those who will sit in the Quorum of Twelve Apostles are here. There are many in our homes and communities who will have apostolic callings. We must keep them clean, sweet and pure in an oh so wicked world. There will be greater hosts of unseen beings in the temple. Prophets of old as well as those in this dispensation will visit the temples. Those who attend will feel their strength and feel their companionship. We will not be alone in our temples. Our garments worn as instructed will clothe us in a manner as protective as temple walls. The covenants and ordinances will fill us with faith as a living fire. In a day of desolating sickness, scorched earth, barren wastes, sickening plagues, disease, destruction, and death, we as a people will rest in the shade of trees, we will drink from the cooling fountains. We will abide in places of refuge from the storm, we will mount up as on eagle’s wings, we will be lifted out of an insane and evil world. We will be as fair as the sun and clear as the moon. The Savior will come and will honor his people. Those who are spared and prepared will be a temple-loving people. They will know Him. They will cry out, “Blessed be the name of He that cometh in the name of the Lord; thou are my God and I will bless thee; thou are my God and I will exalt thee.” Our children will bow down at His feet and worship Him as the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings. They will bathe His feet with their tears and He will weep and bless them for having suffered through the greatest trials ever known to man. His bowels will be filled with compassion and His heart will swell wide as eternity and He will love them. He will bring peace that will last a thousand years and they will receive their reward to dwell with Him. Let us prepare them with faith to surmount every trial and every condition. We will do it in these holy, sacred temples. Come, come, oh come up to the temples of the Lord and abide in His presence.

Pentru ce oamenii care suferă nu se plictisesc? În scara stărilor negative, care începe de la plictiseală şi sfârşeşte în disperare, trecând prin melancolie şi tristeţe, omul care suferă încearcă atât de rar plictiseala, încât pentru el prima treaptă este melancolia. Plictiseala o cunosc numai oamenii care n-au un conţinut lăuntric mai adânc şi care nu se pot menţine vii decât prin stimulente exterioare. Toate nulităţile caută varietatea lumii din afară, fiindcă superficialitatea nu este altceva decât realizarea prin obiecte. Omul superficial n-are decât o problemă: salvarea prin obiect. De aceea, el caută în lumea din afară tot ceea ce aceasta îi poate oferi pentru a se putea umple pe sine însuşi cu valori şi lucruri exterioare. Melancolia presupune o dilatare lăuntrică, un vag al depărtărilor şi o nostalgie a infinitului, care izvorăsc dintr-o înălţime şi un rafinament sufletesc ce nu le întâlnim niciodată în plictiseală. Dacă omul superficial îşi pune vreodată probleme de ordin metafizic, atunci substratul psihic din care izvorăşte această nelinişte aproximativă nu se ridică niciodată deasupra plictiselii. Şi toată metafizica la care duce plictiseala nu este decât o metafizică de circumstanţă. În plictiseală, niciodată nu se pune serios problema omului, sau cel puţin a subiectului, ci numai a orientării şi a atitudinii imediate faţă de lumea din afară. Nu este nici măcar o chestiune de dispoziţie; de destin, nici vorbă. Plictiseala este întâiul semn de nelinişte când omul nu este inconştient, prin plictiseală animalul îşi manifestă primul grad de omenie. Ce departe de toate acestea este omul care suferă! Acesta niciodată nu e atât de sărac încât să se poată plictisi. Suferinţa are rezerve infinite, care niciodată nu lasă pe om prea singur, ca el să mai aibă nevoie de alţii.

Alzò una mano e l’accostò al suo viso, chiedendogli tacitamente il permesso. Lui irrigidì le spalle e rimase immobile, nello sguardo aveva la stessa sfida e la stessa supplica. Gli toccò il livido a lato dello zigomo, piano, con la punta di un dito e lui serrò le palpebre cosicché temette di avergli fatto male ed esitò a un soffio dalla sua pelle. Gabriel aprì gli occhi incontrando i suoi e allora lei sentì la mano muoversi per volontà propria, posarsi con delicatezza sulla sua guancia, le dita sfiorargli i capelli morbidi dietro l’orecchio. Aveva l’altra mano stretta a pugno talmente forte che le giunture le dolevano, il cuore sembrava sul punto di schiantarsi da un momento all'altro. Gabriel con un sospirò distolse il capo, gli occhi di nuovo chiusi, un’esitazione nella piega delle labbra che lo rese, per un momento, molto vulnerabile. «Per favore», le disse, turbato. «Allontanati». Sophia si posò una mano sulla bocca per reprimere una parola disperata e si ritrasse. «Perdonami, non sarei dovuta venire». Lui si alzò. «Perché sei qui? Se non è per compiacerti del tuo potere o per goderti le percosse dei tuoi amici, perché sei venuta?» Sophia scosse il capo. «Ho detto che mi dispiace». Chinò il capo, ma lui le posò sue dita sotto il mento e la indusse a guardarlo di nuovo. «È così, Sophia?», sussurrò. «Sei rimasta impigliata nella tua stessa rete?»

Cîtă laşitate în concepţia celor care susţin că sinuciderea este o afirmaţie a vieţii! Pentru a-şi scuza lipsa de îndrăzneală, inventează diverse motive sau elemente care să le scuze neputinţa. În realitate, nu există voinţă sau hotărîre raţională de a te sinucide, ci numai determinante organice, intime, care predestinează la sinucidere. Sinucigaşii simt o pornire patologică înspre moarte, pe care, deşi îi rezistă conştient, ei n-o pot totuşi suprima. Viaţa din ei a ajuns la un astfel de dezechilibru, încît nici un motiv de ordin raţional n-o mai poate consolida. Nu există sinucideri din hotărîri raţionale, rezultate din reflexii asupra inutilităţii lumii sau asupra neantului acestei vieţi. Iar cînd ni se opune cazul acelor înţelepţi antici ce se sinucideau în singurătate, eu voi răspunde că sinuciderea lor era posibilă numai prin faptul că au lichidat viaţa din ei, că au distrus orice pîlpîire de viaţă, orice bucurie a existenţei şi orice fel de tentaţie. A gîndi mult asupra morţii sau asupra altor probleme periculoase este desigur a da o lovitură mai mult sau mai puţin mortală vieţii, dar nu este mai puţin adevărat că acea viaţă, acel corp în care se frămîntă astfel de probleme trebuie să fi fost anterior afectat pentru a permite astfel de gînduri. Nimeni nu se sinucide din cauza unor întîmplări exterioare, ci din cauza dezechilibrului său interior şi organic. Aceleaşi condiţii exterioare defavorabile pe unii îi lasă indiferenţi, pe alţii îi afectează, pentru ca pe alţii să-i aducă la sinucidere. Pentru a ajunge la ideea obsedantă a sinuciderii trebuie atîta frămîntare lăuntrică, atît chin şi o spargere atît de puternică a barierelor interioare, încît din viaţă să nu mai rămînă decît o ameţeală catastrofală, un vîrtej dramatic şi o agitaţie stranie. Cum o să fie sinuciderea o afirmaţie a vieţii? Se spune: te sinucizi, fiindcă viaţa ţi-a provocat decepţii. Ca atare ai dorit-o, ai aşteptat ceva de la ea, dar ea nu ţi-a putut da. Ce dialectică falsă! Ca şi cum acel ce se sinucide n-ar fi trăit înainte de a muri, n-ar fi avut ambiţii, speranţe, dureri sau deznădejdi. În sinucidere, faptul important este că nu mai poţi trăi, care nu rezultă dintr-un capriciu, ci din cea mai groaznică tragedie interioară. Şi a nu mai putea trăi este a afirma viaţa? Orice sinucidere, din moment ce e sinucidere, e impresionantă. Mă mir cum oamenii mai caută motive şi cauze pentru a ierarhiza sinuciderea sau pentru a-i căuta diverse feluri de justificări, cînd n-o depreciază. Nu pot concepe o problemă mai imbecilă decît aceea care s-ar ocupa cu ierarhia sinuciderilor, care s-ar referi la sinuciderile din cauză înaltă sau la cele din cauză vulgară etc.… Oare faptul de a-ţi lua viaţa nu este el atît de impresionant încît orice căutare de motive pare meschină? Am cel mai mare dispreţ pentru acei care rîd de sinuciderile din iubire, deoarece aceştia nu înţeleg că o iubire ce nu se poate realiza este pentru cel ce iubeşte o anulare a fiinţei lui, o pierdere totală de sens, o imposibilitate de fiinţare. Cînd iubeşti cu întreg conţinutul fiinţei tale, cu totalitatea existenţei tale subiective, o nesatisfacere a acestei iubiri nu poate aduce decît prăbuşirea întregii tale fiinţe. Marile pasiuni, cînd nu se pot realiza, duc mai repede la moarte decît marile deficienţe. Căci în marile deficienţe te consumi într-o agonie treptată, pe cînd în marile pasiuni contrariate te stingi ca un fulger. N-am admiraţie decît pentru două categorii de oameni: pentru acei care pot oricînd înnebuni şi pentru acei care în fiecare clipă se pot sinucide.