Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.

fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.

Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.

Fate often puts all the material for happiness and prosperity into a man's hands just to see how miserable he can make himself with them.

Please don't lie to me, unless you're absolutely sure I'll never find out the truth.

But that he wrought so high the specious tale, As manifested plainly 'twas a lie.

Truth is a well-known pathological liar. It invariably turns out to be Fiction wearing a fancy frock. Self-proclaimed Fiction, on the other hand, is entirely h…