Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

I am damnably sick of Italy, Italian and Italians, outrageously, illogically sick.... I hate to think that Italians ever did anything in the way of art.... What did they do but illustrate a page or so of the New Testament! They themselves think they have a monopoly in the line. I am dead tired of their bello and bellezza.

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?