Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.
Our most important thoughts are those that contradict our emotions.
Every social system is more or less against nature, and at every moment nature is at work to reclaim her rights.
To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.
Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.