for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

The cry of equality pulls everyone down.

A middling talent makes for a more serene life.

Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.

Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

Socrates wrote nothing. Christ wrote nothing.