When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
Many pains are imaginary, but all joys are real.
The philosophy of hedonism means little to lovers of pleasure. They have no inclination to read philosophy, or to write it.
We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.
My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.
You are as happy as you think you are, but not necessarily as miserable as you imagine.