For One Cannot Change, That

If We Are To Make Reality Endurable, We Must All Nourish A Fantasy Or Two.

With One Image He Would Make That Beauty Explode Into Me.

Everybody Calls "clear" Those Ideas Which Have The Same Degree Of Confusion As His Own.

The Charms Of The Passing Woman Are Generally In Direct Ratio To The Swiftness Of Our Passage.

The Bonds Between Ourselves And Another Person Exists Only In Our Minds. Memory As It Grows Fainter Loosens Them, And Notwithstanding The Illusion By Which We Want To Be Duped And Which, Out Of Love, Friendship, Politeness, Deference, Duty, We Dupe Other People, We Exist Alone. Man Is The Creature Who Cannot Escape From Himself, Who Knows Other People Only In Himself, And When He Asserts The Contrary, He Is Lying.