On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire

I Think I Am One Of Those Who Can Manage Not To Take On A Completely Different Appearance Under Their Own Glance.

What Makes Our Opponents Useful Is That They Allow Us To Believe That Without Them We Would Be Able To Realize Our Goals.

We Bestow On Others Praise In Which We Do Not Believe, On Condition That In Return They Bestow Upon Us Praise In Which We Do.

The Divine Is Perhaps That Quality In Man Which Permits Him To Endure The Lack Of God.

We Find It Easy To Believe That Praise Is Sincere: Why Should Anyone Lie In Telling Us The Truth?