Life is good, but Wine is better.

There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

Attention to detail and a perfectionist instinct, far from stimulating action, are character qualities that lead to renunciation. Better to dream than to be.

The Gods sell when they give. Glory is paid for with disgrace. Poor are the happy, for they are Just what passes.

As I walk, I construct perfect sentences that I cannot remember later at home. I don’t know if the ineffable poetry of those sentences derived from what they were or from their never having been (written).

To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.