“Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things.

Love is the same way.

Use it to "season" people.”

Il est de sel attique assaisonné partout.
Act III, sc. ii
Les Femmes Savantes (1672)

3-Mar-2009, Hull City OWS
Phil is very confused about how the Premier League works.

Source: Permaculture: A Designers' Manual (1988), chapter 12.15

Book One, Part IV “The Cloud”, Chapter 5 (p. 208)
Quest for the White Witch (1978)

Source: Kim Cheng Boey, Between Stations: Essays (2009), p. 102
Context: Spring Night, Delighting in Rain (A translation by Burton Watson)

The good rain knows when to fall,
stirring new growth the moment spring arrives.

Wind-borne, it steals softly into the night,
nourishing, enriching, delicate, and soundless.

Country paths black as the clouds above them;
on a river boat a lone torch flares.

Come dawn we'll see a landscape moist and pink,
blossoms heavy over the City of Brocade.

Source: Walden

Light (1919), Ch. XIX - Ghosts
Context: The truth is that the love of mankind is a single season among so many others. The truth is that we have within us something much more mortal than we are, and that it is this, all the same, which is all-important. Therefore we survive very much longer than we live. There are things we think we know and which yet are secrets. Do we really know what we believe? We believe in miracles. We make great efforts to struggle, to go mad. We should like to let all our good deserts be seen. We fancy that we are exceptions and that something supernatural is going to come along. But the quiet peace of the truth fixes us. The impossible becomes again the impossible. We are as silent as silence itself.

Source: Meditations (c. AD 121–180), Book VIII, 41