Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.

Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

Tomorrow is the day of truth. Tomorrow we will all know if what we did for him helped him or not.

Tomorrow is the day of truth. Tomorrow we will all know if what we have done so far has helped.

A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.