Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.

What is pity but the vice of kindness.

A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.

Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?

No one can do without some semblance of immortality, and even less will they deny themselves the right to seek it out in the form of this or that reputation, starting with the literary... Since death has come to be accepted by all as the absolute end, everyone writes.