The same old thing--even if it's champagne--is still the same old thing.
The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.
I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
Every few years something new breaks into the circle of my thoughts.
The perfect pleasure: money is neither fattening nor immoral nor illegal.
Cheerfulness is a policy; happiness is a talent.