Life is the art of being well deceived; and in order that the deception may succeed it must be habitual and uninterrupted.
It takes a lot to wound a man without illusions.
But time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.
If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion.
Official truths are often powerful illusions.
It is our illusions that create the world.
Rob the average man of his life-illusion and you rob him also of his happiness.
All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
Once upon a time, I dreamed I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither. Suddenly I awakened, and there I lay, myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.