Love is such a tissue of paradoxes, and exists in such endless variety of forms and shades that you may say almost anything about it that you please, and it is likely to be correct.

The mind begins to boggle at unnatural substances as things paradoxical and incomprehensible.

These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse.

You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

For thence,--a paradox Which comforts while it mocks,-- Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.

I would rather be a man of paradoxes than a man of prejudices.