Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
Failure makes us envious. Success makes us greedy.
The Enlightenment needs more shadow; the Romantic Movement less.
Diplomats lie with a heavy sense of destiny.
Which is the supplement? Fantasy or daily routine?