The badge of honesty is simplicity.
Where are we really going? Always home.
Man is lyrical, woman epic, marriage dramatic.
Friendship, love, and piety ought to be handled with a sort of mysterious secrecy; they ought to be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect confidence, to be mutually understood in silence. Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.
What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?
In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.