Vicarious living is only slightly less impossible than vicarious eating.
Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.
We worship the aesthetic, but we do not have faith in it.
Either offer me something I really like, or stop trying to tempt me.
Don Juan tries not to see the skeptical winks that greet his boasting.
Many think that assigning blame settles matters.