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

In the museums, everything is in quotation marks.

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

Most of my decisions in life seem absent-minded but inevitable.

The modest youth somehow knows just what to do for the cameras.

Folly always knows the answer.

The unhappy are prisoners of a single round of thought.