Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.
The happiest is the person who suffers the least pain; the most miserable who enjoys the least pleasure.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this.
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
Look at all the sentences which seem true and question them.
Who were these clowns?