Ones real life is often the life that one does not lead.
Personally, I have a great admiration for stupidity.
Youth is the only thing worth having.
Progress in thought is the assertion of individualism against authority.
Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.
There is no such thing as morality or immorality in thought. There is immoral emotion.