Real Misery Cuts Off All

We Defend Ourselves By Descriptions And Tame The World By Generalizing.

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

In A Happy Marriage There Is A Continuous Dense Magnetic Sense Of Communication.

Anything That Consoles Is Fake.

All Art Is The Struggle To Be, In A Particular Sort Of Way, Virtuous.