No matter how close thought sticks to the actual, it follows its own rules.
Work saves us from melancholy. Pleasure exposes us to it.
When a paradox is widely believed, it is no longer recognized as a paradox.
City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.
Of course I want to be good, but that may not be to your advantage.
As I review my life, I feel I must have missed the point, either then or now.