The life of pleasure breeds boredom. The life of duty breeds resentment.
Every time I change the way I explain myself to myself, I have to rearrange the story of my life.
Winning means outlasting everyone else.
Conscience is the moralized form of self-absorption.
The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.
I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.