History Only Exists, In The Final Analysis,

...we Rarely Confide In Those Who Are Better Than We. Rather, We Are More Inclined To Flee Their Society. Most Often, On The Other Hand, We Confess To Those Who Are Like Us And Who Share Our Weaknesses. Hence We Don't Want To Improve Ourselves And Be Bettered, For We Should First Have To Be Judged In Default. We Merely Wish To Be Pitied And Encouraged In The Course We Have Chosen. In Short, We Should Like, At The Same Time, To Cease Being Guilty And Yet Not To Make The Effort Of Cleansing Ourselves.

The Need To Be Right Is The Sign Of A Vulgar Mind.

Truth, Like Light, Blinds. Falsehood, On The Contrary, Is A Beautiful Twilight That Enhances Every Object.

The Most Elementary Form Of Rebellion, Paradoxically , Expresses An Aspiration For Order .

Love Is The Kind Of Illness That Does Not Spare The Intelligent Or The Dull.