What Else Is Love But Understanding And

Reality Is Captured In The Categorical Nets Of Language Only At The Expense Of Fatal Distortion.

On The Tree, Future, We Build Our Nest; And In Our Solitude Eagles Shall Bring Us Nourishment In Their Beaks!

One Has To Take A Somewhat Bold And Dangerous Line With This Existence: Especially As, Whatever Happens, We Are Bound To Lose It.

We Do Not Place Especial Value On The Possession Of A Virtue Until We Notice Its Total Absence In Our Opponent.

The Enormous Expectation Having To Do With Sexual Love And The Shame Involved In This Expectation Degrades All A Woman's Perspectives From The Start.