Explanations comfort us by giving the impression that there is an order in things.
All the powers of imagination combine in hypochondria.
A frog in love would not be enchanted to learn that her beloved had turned into Prince Charming.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.
The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.