Heroes are born to be troublemakers.
We often mistake the original part of ourselves for a weakness.
The hysterical find too much significance in things. The depressed find too little.
Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.
People often are unsure whether or not they are in love, but they generally know whether or not they are having sex.
If you should ever acknowledge my existence, I plan to snub you.