I never agree with the compliments paid to it. It is not a great healer. It is an indifferent and perfunctory one. Sometimes it does not heal at all. And sometimes when it seems to, no healing has been necessary.

Our desires have a way of getting bigger with our incomes.

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

Civilized life exacts its toll.

Magnifying a matter is not the way to mend it.

Real life seems to have no plots.

People's weaker side is not necessarily their truer self.