One cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another's eye. The breast we strike in joy is not the breast we strike in pain; any man's smile would be consternation on another's mouth.
Djuna BarnesNone of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.
Djuna BarnesThis head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.
Djuna Barnes