Profusion gives pleasure up to a point; then we become squeamish.

People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.

Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.

Finding a thought for an aphorism is not hard. Putting a kink in its tail is the hard part.

If folly disappeared, wit would starve.

A sympathetic look always makes me feel sorry for myself.

I would enjoy experiencing the hollowness of success at first- hand.