Love is all, it gives all, and it takes all.
Certainty... lurks at the door of faith and threatens to devour it.
What labels me, negates me.
... all comparisons injure.
Knowledge is an attitude, a passion, actually an illicit attitude. For the compulsion to know is like dipsomania, erotomania, and homicidal mania, in producing a character that is out of balance. It is not at all that the scientist goes after the truth.
Everyone looks the same to me in a photograph: stupid.