I knew words were like chains, they held me back . . . the act of description taints the description.
Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.
Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.
You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts.
There cannot be any true leisure until all the world possesses it equally.
There are two kinds of hangover: in one you feel ill and incapable, in the other you feel ill and lucid.