I'm probably more interested in sentences than anything else in life.

If by the quarter of the twentieth century godliness wasn’t next to something more interesting than cleanliness, it might be time to reevaluate our notions of godliness.

It's good to bear in mind that like it or not, enlightenment has always been, even in a golden age, pretty much limited to an elite.

We use so much bad language that it forms a barrier between ourselves and the truth.

Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.

O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.