Fame is a constant effort
When I think of all the books still left for me to read, I am certain of further happiness.
It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.
We are in the world to laugh. In purgatory or in hell we shall no longer be able to do so. And in heaven it would not be proper.
We are so happy to advise others that occasionally we even do it in their interest.
I have a remarkable memory; I forget everything. It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.