Funerals prove that someone is really gone.
Desire is wakeful; satisfaction dozes.
The sorrow of not being movie stars overwhelms millions.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
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.
Nothing goes sour more easily than the life of pleasure.