The white man in the tropics degenerates every day.
Loneliness is a terrible blindness.
The more we know, the better our intuitions.
Anyone would think a thin stick like me, weak and miserable, would go down with everything: do you think I get more than my old cough every winter? I bet I live till ninety, with all my aches and pains. To think that's fifty more years of the Great-I-Am.
Women have been brought up much like slaves, that is, to lie.
Humorists are always pessimists. They're reactionaries: because they see that every golden cloud has a black lining.