An Illusion (n.) is harder to reflect oneself into than out of: the art is to let it work with all its power though one knows it for illusion.
An Illusion (n.) as nature's compensation is the worse mockery: the ill-favored man consoled with believing himself beautiful is not enslaved to wretchedness but fooled into a conceit.
An Illusion (n.) is a hiatus that renders the one who does not notice it blissful but kills the one who discovers it.
An Illusion (n.) is the greatest misfortune — so what is the happiness of an infatuated girl?
An Illusion (n.) makes a world where all are essentially deceived, whether one groans at being cheated or brags of never being cheated — like asylum patients proud of not being mad in the same way.
An Illusion (n.) is what every life needs to assimilate its pain: Marie lost childhood's illusion when she gained love's, and love's when she was deceived — if only she could win the illusion of sorrow.
An Illusion (n.) is lost for good once you learn first love's eternity was one — unless you would struggle to fall into the same illusion again, which contradicts itself.
Illusion (n.) once noticed brings a salutary terror, and some comfort: realizing one has not even begun is already a little nearer salvation than living confidently in a conceit.
Illusion (n.) can never be destroyed directly; you must come at the deluded man from behind.
Illusion (n.) needs the gentlest handling of anything: attack it directly and you only harden the man in it and embitter him besides.
Illusion (n.) is not a blank page to write on but a text hidden under another text — it must be brought out with caustic fluid.
Illusion (n.) rules the world, not truth.