Romance Is Tempestuous. Love Is

The Man In The Street Is Always A Stranger.

Until I Am Ready To Lose Weight, I Cannot See How Fat I Am.

The Realist Lies For Advantage. The Fantasist Lies To Give His Dreams A Flavor Of Reality.

Dreams Are Distorted Representations Of Desire. So Are Dream- Analyses.

The Extravagance Of Intellect Outstrips The Extravagance Of Desire.