Netflixia: the black mood that settles in the soul when all the good series have been watched and the new ones all stink.
Agape love looks to God, who we cannot see. Philos love looks to the world, which we see all too plainly. And Eros blinds us to everything but the beloved.
One condition for a long marriage is a willingness to go on each other’s wild goose chases.
The old memories are the last to go, like initials that were carved into a young tree. Nothing new can be carved onto dementia's rough bark.
Talk politics to neither foe nor friend. The first can get you killed. The second will waste your time.
Only seven deadly sins? The scold can think of many more.
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