Sleaze is a point by point refutation of elegance.

I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.

All the powers of imagination combine in hypochondria.

Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.

With decrepitude, longevity has overshot the mark.

We express disappointment in everything except ourselves.

Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.