Desire awakens only to things that are thought possible.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the self-same well from which your laughter rises was often-times filled with your tears.

It's the familiar love-hate syndrome of seduction: "I don't really care what it is I say, I care only that you like it."

Nothing comes out of nothing.

And as it is the most generous souls who have most gratitude, it is those who have most pride, and who are most base and infirm, who most allow themselves to be carried away by anger and hatred.

Thus each truth discovered was a rule available in the discovery of subsequent ones.

There is nothing so far removed from us as to be beyond our reach, or so hidden that we cannot discover it.