We Think We Understand Each Other, But

There Is Someone Who Is Living My Life. And I Know Nothing About Him.

Women Are Like Dreams, They Are Never The Way You Would Like To Have Them.

I Hate Symbolic Art In Which The Presentation Loses All Spontaneous Movement In Order To Become A Machine, An Allegory -- A Vain And Misconceived Effort Because The Very Fact Of Giving An Allegorical Sense To A Presentation Clearly Shows That We Have To Do With A Fable Which By Itself Has No Truth Either Fantastic Or Direct; It Was Made For The Demonstration Of Some Moral Truth.

A Fact Is Like A Sack Which Won't Stand Up If It's Empty. In Order That It May Stand Up, One Has To Put Into It The Reason And Sentiment Which Caused It To Exist.

If We Have No Other Reality Beyond The Illusion, You Too Must Not Count Overmuch On Your Reality As You Feel It Today, Since, Like That Of Yesterday, It May Prove An Illusion For You Tomorrow.