Dreams are essential to life.
I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.
They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.
To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.
the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?