My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
Commitments, not feelings, hold life together.
The Puritan sours his pleasures by disguising them as duties.
Writing is a refuge from unhappiness, but has its own sorrows.
By the time I have clarified a thought, I no longer want to think it.
A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people, and many cats prefer people to other cats.