Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone’s finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another perso… - Walker Percy

What a man can be the next minute bears no relation to what he is or what he was the minute before.

For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead. It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it will come over me: yes, beyond a doubt this is death. There is little to do but groan and make an excuse and slip away as quickly as one can.

The enduring is something which must be accounted for. One cannot simply shrug it off.