The tragic hero prefers death to prudence. The comedian prefers playing tricks to winning. Only the villain really plays to win.

I am invigorated by work, wasted by pleasure.

Clouds of flavors and savors float around the thing-in-itself.

There is a line between a definite maybe and an indefinite yes.

The parade was here, but it disappeared around a corner.

I regret. I apologize. I blame myself. I continue as before.

Wisdom is founded on memory; happiness on forgetfulness.