The more I suffer, the more I love.

The Odyssey is the story of motion both purposeful and purposeless, successful and futile. What else is the history of law?

Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.

Now to escape involves not just running away, but arriving somewhere.

Is this what sadness is all about? Is it what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on a promise that was not kept?

There's no need to talk about it, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.

Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily.