Not One Of Us Can

The Father: But Don't You See That The Whole Trouble Lies Here? In Words, Words. Each One Of Us Has Within Him A Whole World Of Things, Each Man Of Us His Own Special World. And How Can We Ever Come To An Understanding If I Put In The Words I Utter The Sense And Value Of Things As I See Them; While You Who Listen To Me Must Inevitably Translate Them According To The Conception Of Things Each One Of You Has Within Himself. We Think We Understand Each Other, But We Never Really Do.

Woman - For Example, Look At Her Case! She Turns Tantalizing Inviting Glances On You. You Seize Her. No Sooner Does She Feel Herself In Your Grasp Than She Closes Her Eyes. It Is A Sign Of Her Mission, The Sign By Which She Says To Man: "blind Yourself, For I Am Blind."

When A Character Is Born, He Acquires At Once Such An Independence, Even Of His Own Author, That He Can Be Imagined By Everybody Even In Many Other Situations Where The Author Never Dreamed Of Placing Him; And So He Acquires For Himself A Meaning Which The Author Never Thought Of Giving Him.

A Fact Is Like A Sack Which Won't Stand Up If It's Empty. In Order That It May Stand Up, One Has To Put Into It The Reason And Sentiment Which Caused It To Exist.

I Present Myself To You In A Form Suitable To The Relationship I Wish To Achieve With You.