In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.

We're still small enough to have a snail-like pace in opening new locations. We're still hands on enough that it wears us out.

Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.