Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things. – George Eliot, Felix Holt, The Radical
I remember when I was 11, I told my mom, One day Im going to buy you a house. And she said, Boy, dont you be making promises you cant keep. I was like: No, Ma, its not a promise. Im going to buy you a house one day. – will.i.am
Poets are the only people to whom love is not only a crucial, but an indispensable experience, which entitles them to mistake it for a universal one. – Hannah Arendt
