I call myself a liberal - a classical liberal as in John Stuart Mill.
When one is a child, the disposition of objects, tables and chairs and doors, seems part of the natural order: a house-move lets in chaos - as it does for a dog.
When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.
somehow at parties at which one stays standing up one seems to require to be more concentratedly intelligent than one does at those at which one can sit down.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
We are minor in everything but our passions.
we can surmount the anger we feel. To find oneself like a young tree inside a tomb is to discover the power to crack the tomb and grow up to any height.
Honestly admitting what you lost and not trying to rationalize it or push it off is an important step in self-assessment and mindfulness.
He's halfway sick and halfway stoned. He'd sure like to kick, but he's too far gone. So they wind him down with methadone.
If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices.
Before the invader sound was born, the Universe was silent and shall be again.