Treat unhappiness as a defect and fewer would embrace it.
History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.
Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.
Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.
My young friend supposes his ingenuousness is merely a ruse.
I want to appear ordinary, but I have it understood that I am not.