My Mother Was My First Jealous Lover.

If There Is One Lesson Rome Teaches, It Is That Matter Is Good; In Rome The Holy And The Homely Rise And Converge.

Children Hold Us Hostage; They Represent Our Commitment To The Future.

Great Unhappiness Is Incompatible With The Belief That It Will Ever End.

Desire Creates Its Own Object.

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.