There is nothing new in art except talent.

Only entropy comes easy.

The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles.

It is easy to be a philosopher in academia, but it is very difficult to be a philosopher in life.

There are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.

But at the same time, in reality, what a difference there is between the world today, and what it used to be! And with the passage of more time, some two or three hundred years, say, people will look back at our own times with horror, or with sneering laughter, because all of our present day life will appear so clumsy, and burdensome, extraordinarily inept and strange. Yes, certainly, what a life it will be then, what a life!

We old bachelors smell like dogs, do we? So be it. But I must take issue with your claim that doctors who treat female illnesses are womanizers and cynics at heart. Gynecologists deal with savage prose the likes of which you have never dreamed of.