We Like To Be Deceived.

Perfect Clarity Would Profit The Intellect But Damage The Will.

Love Has No Age As It Is Always Renewing Itself.

That Which Makes Us Go So Far For Love Is That We Never Think That We Might Have Need Of Anything Besides That Which We Love.

It Is Man's Natural Sickness To Believe That He Possesses The Truth.

Man's Grandeur Is That He Knows Himself To Be Miserable.