A work of art is an echo chamber which repeats what people say about it.

When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion.

Every seeming equality conceals a hierarchy.

Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.

Vanity well fed is benevolent. Vanity hungry is spiteful.

I wish you joy of your unhappiness, since you cling to it so.

I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.