Desire Creates Its Own Object.

The Best Work Is A Fusion Of Love And Praise.

There Are No Inanimate Objects.

Kindness And Intelligence Don't Always Deliver Us From The Pitfalls And Traps: There Are Always Failures Of Love, Of Will, Of Imagination. There Is No Way To Take The Danger Out Of Human Relationships.

We Are All Proprietary Toward Cities We Love. 'ah, You Should Have Seen Her When I Loved Her!' We Say, Reciting Glories Since Faded Or Defiled, Trusting Her To No One Else; That Others Should Know And Love Her In Her Present Fallen State (for She Must Fall Without Our Vigilant Love) Is A Species Of Betrayal.

The Most Painful Moral Struggles Are Not Those Between Good And Evil, But Between The Good And The Lesser Good.