My soul has gained the freedom of the night

It is harder to cut our gains than to cut our losses.

Reticences are as revealing as avowals.

To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing.

You don't have to signal a social conscience by looking like a frump. Lace knickers won't hasten the holocaust, you can ban the bomb in a feather boa just as well as without, and a mild interest in the length of hemlines doesn't necessarily disqualify you from reading Das Kapital and agreeing with every word.

The image of ourselves in the minds of others is the picture of a stranger we shall never see.

Are there any punishments in life but our joys turned against us?