Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
The desire for possession is insatiable to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love therefore is to sterilize the person one loves.
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as...
We used to wonder where war lived what it was that made it so vile. And now...
Truth like light blinds. Falsehood on the contrary is a beautiful...
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
