Under Each Station Of The Real, Another

People Don't Know When They Are Happy. They're Never So Unhappy As They Think They Are.

All Our Final Decisions Are Made In A State Of Mind That Is Not Going To Last.

Fashions, Being Themselves Begotten Of The Desire For Change, Are Quick To Change Also.

Like Everybody Who Is Not In Love, He Thought One Chose The Person To Be Loved After Endless Deliberations And On The Basis Of Particular Qualities Or Advantages.

It Is The Tragedy Of Other People That They Are To Us Merely Showcases For The Very Perishable Collections Of Our Own Mind.