What I eat turns into my body. What I read turns into my mind.
History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.
When I try to portray to myself my heart's desire, nothing happens.
Nothing easier than to confuse busyness with goodness.
Happiness is often hard-hearted.
Seek and Hide: the Lover gazes at the Beloved. The Beloved looks away. The Beloved turns and looks at the Lover. The Lover runs away.