Sin Is Whatever Obscures The Soul.

In Other People's Company I Felt I Was Dull, Gloomy, Unwelcome, At Once Bored And Boring.

To Love The Truth Is To Refuse To Let Oneself Be Saddened By It.

To Know How To Free Oneself Is Nothing; The Arduous Thing Is To Know What To Do With One's Freedom.

We Live Counterfeit Lives In Order To Resemble The Idea We First Had Of Ourselves.

Each Of Us Really Understands In Others Only Those Feelings He Is Capable Of Producing Himself.