When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.

A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

Profundity often goes past the issue to some deep but useless truth.

The squabbles of philandering Zeus and shrewish Hera are the Greeks' comment on married life.

The magic of procedure: do this after that and thus before so; then your wish will be granted.

Most of my decisions in life seem absent-minded but inevitable.