Prudence does not save us, but shows us pictures of our destroyers.
The modest youth somehow knows just what to do for the cameras.
The beginning of self-knowledge: recognizing that your motives are the same as other people's.
What I eat turns into my body. What I read turns into my mind.
Guilt agonizes over trifles, ignores habitual wrongdoing.
If everything had a label, we would live in a fully delineated but false world.