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

Few artists can afford artistic temperament.

I am kept in bondage by the moles of my beloved.

Cynicism has its own zealots.

Talk about yourself as much as you like, but do not expect others to listen.

To avoid doing anything, wait for the right circumstances.

There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.