The fancies of wine are authentic events.

Everyone remembers his past with greater vividness as the present becomes more important. Dying men in their last delirium are supposed to see their whole life spread out before them.

Misunderstanding women is a clear sign of scant virility.

And it is true that life lacks the monotony of museums. There come days which seem worthy of being framed, but they are so full of conflicting sounds, of line and color and living, burning light that they never become tedious.

Everyone tends to remember the past with greater fervor as the present gains greater importance.

The fancies of wine are authentic events.

It is comfortable to live in the belief that you are great, though your greatness is latent.