Habit Is Not Mere Subjugation, It Is

The Paradox Of Romantic Love -- That What One Possesses, One Can No Longer Desire -- Was At Work.

Language Is A Mixture Of Statement And Evocation.

... Artists Were Intended To Be An Ornament To Society. As A Society In Themselves They Are Unthinkable.

Sacrificers ... Are Not The Ones To Pity. The Ones To Pity Are Those That They Sacrifice. Oh, The Sacrificers, They Get It Both Ways. A Person Knows Themselves That They're Able To Do Without.

Experience Isn't Interesting Until It Begins To Repeat Itself. In Fact, Till It Does That, It Hardly Is Experience.