The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
We are all in the same boat in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.
We are all prompted by the same motives, all deceived by the same fallacies, all animated by hope, obstructed by danger, entangled by desire, and seduced by pleasure.
The way we are, we are members of each other. All of us. Everything. The difference ain't in who is a member and who is not, but in who knows it and who don't.