Without asceticism, self-indulgence would be insignificant.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
To postpone unpleasantness is human; to forget it is divine.
Money gives me more energy than all the Granola bars in the world.
Abyss-mongering makes professors and poets feel daring.
Sensuality takes planning and work.