I Suppose What One Wants Really Is

One Loses The Capacity To Grieve As A Child Grieves, Or To Rage As A Child Rages: Hotly, Despairingly, With Tears Of Passion. One Grows Up, One Becomes Civilized, One Learns One's Manners, And Consequently Can No Longer Manage These Two Functions - Sorrow And Anger - Adequately.

No Blame Should Attach To Telling The Truth. But It Does, It Does.

All Good Fortune Is A Gift Of The Gods, And You Don't Win The Favor Of The Ancient Gods By Being Good, But By Being Bold.

You Are Wrong If You Think You Cannot Live Without Love. I Cannot Live Without It. I Do Not Mean That I Go Into A Decline, Develop Odd Symptoms, Became A Caricature. I Mean That I Cannot Live Well Without It. I Cannot Think Or Act Or Speak Or Write Or Even Dream With Any Kind Of Energy In The Absence Of Love. I Feel Excluded From The Living World. I Become Cold, Fish-like, Immobile. I Implode.

I Think You Always Feel Braver In Another Language.