The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Be sincere; be brief; be seated.
Many people weigh the guilt they will feel against the pleasure of the forbidden action they want to take.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.