It's unthinkable not to love - you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.
Truth disappears with the telling of it.
Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.
Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.
Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.
Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.