you know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know
time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses
stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression
i adore simple pleasures, they are the last refuge of the complex
fallen, however, into bad habits of silence
paradoxes are very well in their way. the way of paradoxes is the way of truth
reality entered the room in the shape of a servant to tell the Dutchess that her carriage was waiting
made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.
-oscar wilde