I obey my own commands about as often as others do.
Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.
Habit keeps my life going, with occasional pushes from desire.
An imprudent enemy is less dangerous than an imprudent friend.
Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.
Self-absorption intensifies isolation, but permits it to go unnoticed.