The power of lying is much less than the power of what is not to be discussed.
Self-deception is nature; hypocrisy is art.
Pleasure usually comes when called, but not happiness.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.