How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?
I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.
Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.
The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.
There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.
To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.