I think isolation is one of the greatest problems, an ever-growing obstacle to political solidarity.
Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.
Trust is fine, but control is better.
He lies like a book. And he reads a lot of books.
Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.
After all, when you take a walk you're after solitude, and if the solitude won't come to you, you must go to it.