The More Acute The Experience, The Less

No Matter How You Look At It, All The Emotions Connected With Love Are Not Really Immortal; Like All Other Passions In Life, They Are Bound To Fade At Some Point. The Trick Is To Convert Love Into Some Lasting Friendship That Overcomes The Fading Passion.

Do The Structures Of Language And The Structures Of Reality (by Which I Mean What Actually Happens) Move Along Parallel Lines? Does Reality Essentially Remain Outside Language, Separate, Obdurate, Alien, Not Susceptible To Description? Is An Accurate And Vital Correspondence Between What Is And Our Perception Of It Impossible? Or Is It That We Are Obliged To Use Language Only In Order To Obscure And Distort Reality -- To Distort What Happens -- Because We Fear It?

It’s Very Difficult To Feel Contempt For Others When You See Yourself In The Mirror.

There Are No Hard Distinctions Between What Is Real And What Is Unreal, Nor Between What Is True And What Is False. A Thing Is Not Necessarily Either True Or False; It Can Be Both True And False.

I've Had My Fill Of These City Guttersnipes--all That Scavenging Scum! They're The Sort Of People, Who, If The Gates Of Heaven Opened To Them, All They'd Feel Would Be A Draught.