They only babble who practice not reflection.
Nothing is absolute. There’s no need, nevertheless, to be very sure about things. It seems enough to know how to name them or somehow babble them into existence.
To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic act, of which the best logics can but babble on the surface.
Never forget the power of silence, that massively disconcerting pause which goes on and on and may at last induce an opponent to babble and backtrack nervously.
If those gentlemen would let me alone I should be much obliged to them. I would say, as Shakespeare would say... Sweet Friend, for Jesus sake forbear.
Silence is the eternal duty of man.
Love is an emotion without limit.
Joy in spite of everything is yanking the bell rope despite physical affliction — it has become my Quasi Motto. One of my books is a hallucinogen, an aphrodisiac, a mood elevator, an intellectual garage door opener, and a metaphysical trash compactor.