The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name.
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.
A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.
The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed form the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.
He who awaits much can expect little.
A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.