My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
Reality is the name we give to our disappointments.
City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.
Without asceticism, self-indulgence would be insignificant.
People often are unsure whether or not they are in love, but they generally know whether or not they are having sex.
Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.