We often mistake the original part of ourselves for a weakness.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
Enjoy the insult as you deliver it, before you learn its cost.
Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.
Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.
Those who follow where their genitals lead them often wind up in tedious company.