My love grows wide and shallow in an effort to spread my losses.
Losing gracefully is commended but never chosen.
Without the blessing of cowardice, the world would long since have been torn to bits.
To succeed, find the right rut and stay with it.
If the current is right, one can drift to success.
I would enjoy experiencing the hollowness of success at first- hand.
I would be glad to worship success if I could find her.
My neglected duties crowd around me in my dreams, murmuring.
The life of pleasure breeds boredom. The life of duty breeds resentment.
Duty is whatever opposes inclination.
Frivolous sorrow is folly. Frivolous enjoyment is not.
Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.
Sorrow also fulfills Desire. Example: the Soaps.
When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.
Which is the supplement? Fantasy or daily routine?
Cruel impulses stir all about my kindly heart.
Unlike other vices, cruelty, alas, is never boring.
Self-realization is a comedown from salvation, but still gives us something to hope for.
Victory brings obliviousness; defeat, attentiveness.
I tried self-sacrifice a couple of times in my youth.