Melancholy and remorse forms the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality.
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality which is unendurable.
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present.
Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.
That sinister Stonehenge of economic man, Rockefeller Center.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of charm.