Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.
When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.
All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.
Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.
'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.
The spontaneity of slaps is sincerity, whereas the ceremonial of caresses is largely convention.