Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.

Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.

Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out.

Life, the permission to know death.