Love Is The Mystery Between Two People,

Whatever Sympathy I Feel Towards Religions, Whatever Admiration For Some Of Their Adherents, Whatever Historical Or Biological Necessity I See In Them, Whatever Metaphorical Truth, I Cannot Accept Them As Credible Explanations Of Reality; And They Are Incredible To Me In Proportion To The Degree That They Require My Belief In Positive Human Attributes And Intervenient Powers In Their Divinities.

There Are Some Men Who Are Consoled By The Idea That There Are Women Less Attractive Than Their Wives; And Others Who Are Haunted By The Knowledge That There Are More Attractive.

In Essence The Renaissance Was Simply The Green End Of One Of Civilization's Hardest Winters.

The Price Of Tapping Water Into Every House Is That No One Values Water Any More.

Liking Other People Is An Illusion We Have To Cherish In Ourselves If We Are To Live In Society.