Great Unhappiness Is Incompatible With The Belief

One Can Be Tired Of Rome After Three Weeks And Feel One Has Exhausted It; After Three Months One Feels That One Has Not Even Scratched The Surface Of Rome; And After Six Months One Wishes Never To Leave It.

It's Perfectly Possible To Hate One's Fat And To Love One's Body At The Same Time.

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.

To Have A Crisis, And Act Upon It, Is One Thing. To Dwell In Perpetual Crisis Is Another.

Kindness And Intelligence Don't Always Deliver Us From The Pitfalls And Traps: There Are Always Failures Of Love, Of Will, Of Imagination. There Is No Way To Take The Danger Out Of Human Relationships.