It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares if there seemed any danger of their coming true!

We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.

The indefatigable pursuit of an unattainable perfection -even though nothing more than the pounding of an old piano -is what alone gives a meaning to our life on this unavailing star.

We need new friends; some of us are cannibals who have eaten their old friends up; others must have ever-renewed audiences before whom to re-enact the ideal version of their lives.