Families in which nothing is ever discussed usually have a lot not to discuss.
At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.
Even alone we go on justifying ourselves.
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.
Masks are what they seem to be; not so the faces beneath them.
The meaning of today will not be clear until tomorrow.