Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?
In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.
Sometimes you believe a thing that isn't true because in the world you wish to live in, it would be true.
What a unique treasure are the things we have learned to live without, for no thief can take them from us.
An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.