It Is Not Love That Is Blind,

The Whole Mediterranean, The Sculpture, The Palm, The Gold Beads, The Bearded Heroes, The Wine, The Ideas, The Ships, The Moonlight, The Winged Gorgons, The Bronze Men, The Philosophers - All Of It Seems To Rise In The Sour, Pungent Taste Of These Black Olives Between The Teeth. A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than Wine. A Taste As Old As Cold Water.

'we Live' Writes Pursewarden Somewhere 'lives Based Upon Selected Fictions. Our View Of Reality Is Conditioned By Our Position In Space And Time — Not By Our Personalities As We Like To Think. Thus Every Interpretation Oа Reality Is Based Upon A Unique Position. Two Paces East Or West And The Whole Picture Is Changed.

Gamblers And Lovers Really Play To Lose.

Old Age Is An Insult. It's Like Being Smacked.

The Richest Love Is That Which Submits To The Arbitration Of Time.