A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.
An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.
The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.
What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?
