In love, self-love is always at risk.

Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.

To succeed, find the right rut and stay with it.

I criticize myself ruthlessly, but never mention the faults of which I am truly ashamed.

Wit puts politicians at risk.

A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people, and many cats prefer people to other cats.

Fame now wears the halo that once crowned holiness.