To avoid tripping on the chain of the past, you have to pick it up and wind it about you.

Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.

Your flattery is as full of contempt as your insults were.

Drugs bring us to to the gates of paradise, then keep us from entering.

Unlike life, when books become meaningless, they are making a point.

Pain pays no attention to moans or excuses.

Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.