Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.
I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.
In bridge clubs and in councils of state, the passions are the same.
Wisdom is founded on memory; happiness on forgetfulness.
Self-hatred and self-love are equally self-centered.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.