By the time I have clarified a thought, I no longer want to think it.
The grandeur of a philosophy does not certify its truth.
In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners.
Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.
Reading more than life teaches us to recognize ethos and pathos.
Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them.