We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.
Truth can remain silent. Lies must be spoken.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
If I had found the words I was looking for, I would not have read so much.
Unconditional love is a lofty ideal, but unconditional hate is a fact well documented by history.
After I have said what is required by my vanity and my morality, I may find a moment for Truth.