When understanding would be too difficult, I become trusting.
When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.
Every path to a new understanding begins in confusion.
After I have said what is required by my vanity and my morality, I may find a moment for Truth.
Strict rules of evidence would destroy psychoanalysis and literary criticism.
Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.