“I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch‐light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume...”
“Memories are our strength. When night attempts to return, we must light up the great dates, as we would light torches.”
“It is like a lighted torch whose flame can be distributed to ever so many other torches which people may bring along; and therewith they will cook food and dispel darkness, while the original torch itself remains burning ever the same. It is even so with the bliss of the Way.”
“I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.”
“I light my candle from their torches.”
“I bent over her and kissed her lips. She embraced me, and we remained like that as the light from the candle sputtered then went out.”