Without asceticism, self-indulgence would be insignificant.
The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
In an aphorism, aptness counts for more than truth.
The extravagance of intellect outstrips the extravagance of desire.
Always leave room for the reader to supply meanings.