The cues that arouse desire are changed by Fashion, but feel like the proddings of Nature.
When I try to portray to myself my heart’s desire, nothing happens.
Desire is wakeful; satisfaction dozes.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
Seek and Hide: the Lover gazes at the Beloved. The Beloved looks away. The Beloved turns and looks at the Lover. The Lover runs away.
Habit keeps my life going, with occasional pushes from desire.
The cow’s point of view deserves more literary attention.
Treat unhappiness as a defect and fewer would embrace it.
Children enjoy inflicting pain until unhappiness teaches them tenderness.
The unhappy are prisoners of a single round of thought.
I wish you joy of your unhappiness, since you cling to it so.
Attacking a belief can be the first step toward embracing it.
Skepticism may undermine beliefs, but never belief.
Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
Existence is not a mystery unless you think it has a meaning.
We often mistake the original part of ourselves for a weakness.
Originality is in the eye of the beholder.
Originality finds the unexpected but inevitable next step.
The noble style immobilizes its subjects.