Truth has as many coats as an onion ... and each one of them hollow when you peel it off.
But what was the desire of the flesh beside the desire of the mind?
Shipwreck in youth is sorrowful enough, but one looks for storms at the spring equinox. Yet it is the September equinox that drowns.
Being a sick man is like being a log caught in a stream, Gilles. All the straws gather around it.
