Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
The world belongs to the discontented.
I summed up all systems in a phrase, and all existence in an epigram.
I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.
One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
All love is true, but not all truth ... is love?