Criminality is a matter of circumstance, not nature — Every boy, in his heart, would rather steal second base than a car.

Criminality is invited by negligence — the hole calls the thief.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Longing is, for some people, a greater pleasure than pleasure.

Longing is a sort of loneliness for an unknown yet deeply perceived presence.

Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.

Longing is, along with feeling, the motive force behind all human endeavor and human creation, in however exalted a guise the latter may present themselves to us.

Love is what makes a small bed big.

Love is a tangle of sighs

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

Love is to be vulnerable.