In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.

One of the cool, chaste countries - Canada or Sweden.

Being a divorcee in a small town is a little like playing Monopoly; eventually you land on all the properties.

Love makes the air light.

The guarantee that our self enjoys an intended relation to the outer world is most, if not all, we ask from religion. God is the self projected onto reality by our natural and necessary optimism. He is the not-me personified.

Not judginess, but openness and curiosity are our proper business. I'm still trying to educate myself. I don't think you need to keep rehearsing your instincts. Far better to seek out models of what you can't do.

What we need is progress with an escape hatch.