Self-deception is nature; hypocrisy is art.
My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I am merely being witty.
Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.
Dreams are distorted representations of desire. So are dream- analyses.
I know God exits, but I don't know where.
Passion cooks. Reason cleans.