Fear of my cruel impulses makes me kind.
The sentimental want to be thrilled by everything.
The realist lies for advantage. The fantasist lies to give his dreams a flavor of reality.
Sometimes I discover I have changed my mind because I have forgotten what I used to think.
With decrepitude, longevity has overshot the mark.
When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.