Anxiety is the handmaiden of contemporary ambition.

Intuition is unconscious accumulated experience informing judgement in real time.

Wealth is not an absolute. It is relative to desire. Every time we yearn for something we cannot afford, we grow poorer, whatever our resources. And every time we feel satisfied with what we have, we can be counted as rich, however little we may actually possess.

Every fall into love involves the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. We fall in love hoping we won't find in another what we know is in ourselves, all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise, and stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one and decide that everything within it will somehow be free of our faults. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through our union with the beloved hope to maintain (against the evidence of all self-knowledge) a precarious faith in our species.

We are all more intelligent than we are capable, and awareness of the insanity of love has never saved anyone from the disease.

It is perhaps when our lives are at their most problematic that we are likely to be most receptive to beautiful things.

Anxiety is the handmaiden of contemporary ambition.