Complainers rule out happiness, mentioning it only as something lost.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
Perversity depends on reversal and substitution.
The perfect pleasure: money is neither fattening nor immoral nor illegal.
The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.
Both faith and cynicism make judgment too easy.