When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what would calls a romance.
In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless， but planning is indispensable.
The writer’s joy is the thought that can become emotion, and the emotion that can wholly become a thought.
The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced.