What I dislike least in my former self are the moments of prayer.
Every perfect action is accompanied by pleasure. By that you can tell what you ought to do.
Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. Its their way of falling.
To what a degree the same past can leave different marks - and especially admit of different interpretations.
I find just as much profit in cultivating my hates as my loves.
It is now, and in this world, that we must live.