Joy goes as deep as sorrow, but leaves less of itself behind.

Never invite to dinner: those who won't decide until the last minute; those who come more than half an hour late; those who want to bring along two or three friends; drunks; monologists; those who stay until three o'clock in the morning; those who think that conversation means having an argument; those who take a high moral tone; those who are stupid, ugly, or dull. Enforcement of these rules will enable one to eat alone every night in comfort.

Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs.

Methodology gives those with no ideas something to do.

Ultimately, blind faith is the only kind.

Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.

It is hard to tell truth, and hard not to.