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

To Jane Austen, every fool is a treasure trove.

Self-congratulation pleases only the speaker.

The theme of my autobiography could only be repetition.

Being enthusiastic settles nothing.

People are reluctant to cite boredom as grounds for divorce.

Fame is fickle, but Obscurity is usually faithful to the end.