Like love, destruction can be ecstatic.
Strict rules of evidence would destroy psychoanalysis and literary criticism.
Reason enables us to get around in the world of ideas, but cannot prescribe our thoughts.
Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?
God may be a human creation, but He goes His way, not ours.
The poor live slow and hard; the rich, fast and easy. The rest of us shuffle along as we may.