I create my social existence by earning and spending.

The Ordinary Life: the misery seems planned, the happiness accidental.

Expenditure now attracts fame as conquest once did.

God improvises. Man systematizes.

Imprudence relies on luck, prudence on method. That gives prudence less edge than it expects.

The family is on its way out; couples go next; then no more keeping cats or parrots.

I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.