Thank God for the passing of the discomforts and vile cuisine of the age of chivalry!

Never invite to dinner: those who won't decide until the last minute; those who come more than half an hour late; those who want to bring along two or three friends; drunks; monologists; those who stay until three o'clock in the morning; those who think that conversation means having an argument; those who take a high moral tone; those who are stupid, ugly, or dull. Enforcement of these rules will enable one to eat alone every night in comfort.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.

The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.

The New Right: kiss the bankers and spank the babies.

Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.