Disillusionment is not truth.
Aphorisms are not true or false, but pointed or flat.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
The tragic hero prefers death to prudence. The comedian prefers playing tricks to winning. Only the villain really plays to win.
We worship the aesthetic, but we do not have faith in it.
Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.