Memory Is Imagination Pinned Down.

A Sense Of Blessedness Comes From A Change Of Heart, Not From More Blessings.

Suspicion Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And Of Madness.

In A Strange City, I Connect Through Food And Fantasy.

Folly Always Knows The Answer.

Loving, Not The Beloved, Is The Joy Of Love. The Beloved, Knowing This, Most Resolutely Declines To Be Grateful.