Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.
History doesn't pass the dishes again.
There's no tyrant like a brain.
That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.
Women always have some mental reservation.
The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.