The Soul's Maladies Have Their Relapses Like

A Work Can Become Modern Only If It Is First Postmodern. Postmodernism Thus Understood Is Not Modernism At Its End But In The Nascent State, And This State Is Constant.

How Deceitful Hope May Be, Yet She Carries Us On Pleasantly To The End Of Life.

Truth Does Not Do As Much Good In The World As Its Imitations Do Harm.

The Violence We Do To Ourselves In Order To Remain Faithful To The One We Love Is Hardly Better Than An Act Of Infidelity.

No Men Are Oftener Wrong Than Those That Can Least Bear To Be So.