The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.

Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.

The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.