Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.

Wit saves us from being swallowed whole by life.

Work saves us from melancholy. Pleasure exposes us to it.

Rereading, we find a new book.

The educated do not share a common body of information, but a common state of mind.

God has replaced sex as the unmentionable.

Respectability is joining chastity in the museum of dead issues.