If you do not throw in a few promises of better things to come, gloomy one, I am going to take you back to the library.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
Whether I give to a beggar or not, his existence puts me in the wrong.
I must like my profession, since I can hardly distinguish myself from it.
Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth
I would enjoy experiencing the hollowness of success at first- hand.