My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I am merely being witty.

Writing about an idea frees me of it. Thinking about it is a circle of repetitions.

Fulfillment is often more trouble than it is worth.

The family is on its way out; couples go next; then no more keeping cats or parrots.

Experience teaches us, but we scarcely know what.

A dirty mind is a rich inner resource.

Envy awakens at the sound of a distant laugh.