Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.
You cannot have both truth and what you call civilisation.
To be a complete victim may be another source of power.
Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
Anything that consoles is fake.
emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. this is why all the world is a stage.