Beauty Compels Us; Reason Merely Cajoles.

The Ravaged Face In The Mirror Hides The Enchanting Youth That Is The Real Me.

I Wish You Joy Of Your Unhappiness, Since You Cling To It So.

Self-analysis Always Cheats.

As A Child I Was Middle-aged And Cautious Compared To My Impulsive Father.

The Realist Lies For Advantage. The Fantasist Lies To Give His Dreams A Flavor Of Reality.