We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.

Youth is cause, effect is age; so with the thickening of the neck we get data.

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.

The whole world is nothing but a noise, as hot as the inside of a tiger's mouth. They call it civilization - that is a lie! But some day you may have to go out, someone will try to take you out, and you will not understand them or what they are saying, unless you understand nothing, absolutely nothing, then you will manage.

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

Life, the permission to know death.

Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss.