The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.

I recently bought a cat, but took it back a day later because our personalities clashed.

In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.

The music provokes a sharp longing the music soothes.

The human world is made of stories, not people.

Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.

The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed