The Ordinary Life: the misery seems planned, the happiness accidental.
Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.
The grandeur of a philosophy does not certify its truth.
The routines of tourism are even more monotonous than those of daily life.
As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.
After my spectacular failures, I could not be satisfied with an ordinary success.