Feelings Are Never True. They

Never Resist A Sentence You Like, In Which Language Takes Its Own Pleasure And In Which, After Having Abused It For So Long, You Are Stupefied By Its Innocence.

We Shall Never Resolve The Enigma Of The Relation Between The Negative Foundations Of Greatness And That Greatness Itself.

You Think You Photograph A Particular Scene For The Pleasure It Gives. In Fact It's The Scene That Wants To Be Photographed. You're Merely An Extra In The Production.

Illusion Is No Longer Possible, Because The Real Is No Longer Possible.

Feelings Are Never True. They Play With Their Mirrors.