It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.
Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.
Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
She alone spoke the truth; to her alone could he speak it. That was the source of her everlasting attraction for him, perhaps; she was a person to whom one could say what came into one's head.
Happily, at forty-six I still feel as experimental and on the verge of getting at the truth as ever.