Drunks do not have friends, but accomplices.
Hatred observes with more care than love does.
Reason cannot break out of its own loop.
Sex and writing live on playful cruelties.
The power of the past does not depend on our knowledge of it.
Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden.