The dignified catastrophes of tragedy bear little resemblance to the slow ruin inflicted by life.
Kindness eases everything almost as much as money does.
When you can't figure out what to do, it's time for a nap.
Moralists love to discourse on the hollowness of success; about the hollowness of failure they are silent.
Life is used up all the same, whether we save, spend, or waste it.
One eventually has enough even of oneself.