The guiding motto in the life of every natural philosopher should be, seek simplicity and distrust it.
At a certain point, the soul exits from a cherished photograph, because we have come to the end of our loving projection into that moment.
Motherhood is like Albania- you can't trust the descriptions in the books, you have to go there.
This is a truism of child-raising, of course - whatever you give special time and attention to cooking, your children will despise and reject, with annoying gagging sounds.
The first axiom of the family vacation is that someone, possibly everyone, will get sick.
Every time I caught a fish, I wondered how something so small could have such clear, pure strength. It kept reminding me of another sensation, from another realm. The fish on the line, I eventually realized, felt like the baby, kicking inside you. Or the shocking, life-hungry pull of the baby on the breast. Perhaps fishing is like quickening for men, a long and patient wait for a few electric moments when they feel connected to another life.
Housework hassles go on, are never resolved, and will probably extend into the afterlife ('Why am I the one who takes the clouds to the dry cleaners?').
eventually, everything goes away.
A phrase begins life as a literary expression; its felicity leads to its lazy repetition; and repetition soon establishes it as a legal formula, undiscriminatingly used to express different and sometimes contradictory ideas.
Spirituality is committing suicide. Consciousness is attempting to will itself out of existence.
The Great War proved how confused the world is. Depression is proving it again.