I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.
Without the blessing of cowardice, the world would long since have been torn to bits.
In the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists.
Paradise endangered: garden snakes and mice are appearing in the shadowy corners of Dutch Old Master paintings.
Many pains are imaginary, but all joys are real.
Think of the many different relations of form and content. E.g., the many pairs of trousers and what's in them.