Life just keeps unfolding, ignoring our praise or blame.
Joy goes as deep as sorrow, but leaves less of itself behind.
Vicarious living is only slightly less impossible than vicarious eating.
As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.
Literature may be false, but it is not trivial.
Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.