Loving, of enemies is another dogma of feigned morality, and has besides no meaning. It is incumbent on man, as a moralist, that he does not revenge an injury; and it is equally as good...

The waves lie on the beach; Your hair on your back of angel. (Les vagues s’allongent sur la plage; – Tes cheveux sur ton dos d’ange. )

For parlor use, the vague generality is a life saver.

If you ask me a multiple part question, and half my answers are yes and half are no, I may just average them together and give you a definitive and vague maybe.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides.

Sometimes I feel like this. Sometimes I feel like that. I wish I could be more specific, but that’s how I feel—vague.