Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.

The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.

The Puritan sours his pleasures by disguising them as duties.

Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father.

Which is the supplement? Fantasy or daily routine?

Illusions are hazardous, and so are disillusions.

Shameless: Punish me for my desire if you will. It burns still.