Flatter me, but delicately, please, for I am fastidious.
Modern literature seduces with insults, riddles, and inside stories.
I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
I love you in my dreams, but not in real life.
The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.