Not One Of Us Can Lie Or

It Is Misery, You Know, Unspeakable Misery For The Man Who Lives Alone And Who Detests Sordid, Casual Affairs; Not Old Enough To Do Without Women, But Not Young Enough To Be Able To Go And Look For One Without Shame!

Every True Man, Sir, Who Is A Little Above The Level Of The Beasts And Plants Does Not Live For The Sake Of Living, Without Knowing How To Live; But He Lives So As To Give A Meaning And A Value Of His Own To Life.

Inevitably We Construct Ourselves. Let Me Explain. I Enter This House And Immediately I Become What I Have To Become, What I Can Become: I Construct Myself. That Is, I Present Myself To You In A Form Suitable To The Relationship I Wish To Achieve With You. And, Of Course, You Do The Same With Me.

Woe To Him Who Doesn't Know How To Wear His Mask, Be He King Or Pope!

Whatever Is A Reality Today, Whatever You Touch And Believe In And That Seems Real For You Today, Is Going To Be - Like The Reality Of Yesterday - An Illusion Tomorrow.