I regret. I apologize. I blame myself. I continue as before.

If I play hard to get, soon the phone stops ringing altogether.

Pursuit of the approximate can conclude. Not so pursuit of the absolute.

Reason is sight. Instinct is touch. Intuition is smell.

Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.

Boredom and fear keep us working and obeying the laws.

The unhappy are prisoners of a single round of thought.