These days even reality has to look artificial.

There are people in the world for whom "coming along" is a perpetual process$$$ people who are destined never to arrive.

No one is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart: for his purity$$$ by definition$$$ is unassailable.

Sometimes you hear a person speak the truth and you know that they are speaking the truth. But you also know that they have not heard themselves$$$ do not know what they have said: do not know that they have revealed much more than they have said. This may be why the truth remains$$$ on the whole$$$ so rare.

Sooner or later$$$ all games become serious.

But to look back from the stony plain along the road which led one to that place is not at all the same thing as walking on the road; the perspective to say the very least$$$ changes only with the journey; only when the road has$$$ all abruptly and treacherously$$$ and with an absoluteness that permits no argument$$$ turned or dropped or risen is one able to see all that one could not have seen from any other place.

The trouble with a secret life is that it is very frequently a secret from the person who lives it and not at all a secret for the people he encounters. He encounters$$$ because he must encounter$$$ those people who see his secrecy before they see anything else$$$ and who drag these secrets out of him; sometimes with the intention of using them against him$$$ sometimes with more benevolent intent; but$$$ whatever the intent$$$ the moment is awful and the accumulating revelation is an unspeakable anguish.

Unhappy parents teach you a lesson that lasts a lifetime.

<p>Youth must be the worst time in anybody's life. Everything's happening for the first time$$$ which means that sorrow$$$ then$$$ lasts forever. Later$$$ you can see that there was something very beautiful in it. That's because you ain't got to go through it no more.</p>

Precisely at the point when you begin to develop a conscience you must find yourself at war with your society.