Our most important decisions are made while we are thinking about something else.

Home again, I can groan, scratch, and talk to myself.

At the dinner table, if you can't think of anything to say, sit quietly. Don't throw rolls, or chew on your napkin.

The interest in Wisdom is fading. Soon there will not be enough left to support the aphorism, even though it tries to amuse by half-mocking the Wisdom it propounds.

An ardent lover often makes a cold friend.

I am often attracted to people with whom I could not hold a five minute conversation.

The theme of my autobiography could only be repetition.