Facts do not give advice.
Courage overrides self-doubt, but does not end it.
Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
Joy goes as deep as sorrow, but leaves less of itself behind.
To avoid taking responsibility, I become unresponsive but hang on until the other person leaves me.