What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.
A drink a day keeps the shrink away.
Anarchy works. Italy has proved it for a thousand years.
Apuleius married a rich widow, then wrote _The Golden Ass_.
To be alive is to take risks; to be always safe and secure is death.
Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.