Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.
When I get the point, I often don't know what to do with it.
Anybody can lead a frivolous life. A frivolous writer, however, must have taste and intelligence.
The mind demands rules; the facts demand exceptions.
Once I find the right maxim to apply, I feel that I have done all that can be expected of me.
The lyric deals with love and sorrow, the aphorism with contradiction and deceit.