Energy falls just short of being joy.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
Successful innovations become conventions.
While we are reading, we are all Don Quixote.
Excrement can never be culturally elaborated to the extent that nutriment can.
Without a little negligence, life would be intolerable.