“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”
You want to love everyone equally, and that's worse than impossible--it's wrong.
It makes a difference doesn't it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!
Our life on earth is, and ought to be, material and carnal. But we have not yet learned to manage our materialism and carnality properly; they are still entangled with the desire for ownership.