We always like those who admire us.
A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.
We seldom find any person of good sense, except those who share our opinions.
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.
As long as we love, we can forgive.
What makes us so bitter against people who outwit us is that they think themselves cleverer than we are.