We sensible often resist intrusive love and its chaos practically, employing measures to prevent the former for fear of the latter. But for all our wit and work, that desperation for control also prevents the pure, transcendental freedom more often delivered by both.
Drama, can never outrun, outweigh, or outlast Dreams. Dreams, always has hope cheering it on. And Victory, is always waiting at the finish line.
If a theory of justice is to guide reasoned choice of policies, strategies or institutions, then the identification of fully just social arrangements is neither necessary nor sufficient.
Any man who has got himself set over others and don't have any responsibility to something bigger than him is a son of a bitch.
Make sure that the your remote control always lies with your own self and not in someone else's hands