How long does it take to write a good book? All of the years that you've lived.
The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature.
Let us praise the noble turkey vulture: No one envies him; he harms nobody; and he contemplates our little world from a most serene and noble height.
Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.
Apuleius married a rich widow, then wrote _The Golden Ass_.
Only the half-mad are wholly alive.