We express disappointment in everything except ourselves.
I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.
Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.
The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.
Lovers always believe one another's sleight-of-hand tricks.