Joy goes as deep as sorrow, but leaves less of itself behind.

My thought has been shaped by books; my desires by pictures.

Joy goes as deep as sorrow, but leaves less of itself behind.

I am never more myself than in my self-betrayals.

Liberal Doctrine: it is not children who misbehave, but parents.

Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.