A dance to the music of time.

One of the worst things about life is not how nasty the nasty people are. You know that already. It is how nasty the nice people can be.

You have to be a product of the product.

He fell in love with himself at first sight and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Selflove seems so often unrequited.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

On the stage . . . masks are assumed with some regard to procedure; in everyday life, the participants act their parts without consideration either for suitability of scene or for the words spoken by the rest of the cast: the result is a general tendency for things to be brought to the level of farce even when the theme is serious enough.

Self-pity is essentially humorless, devoid of that lightness of touch which gives understanding of life.