There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.
What you can't get out of, get into wholeheartedly.
Most of our diversions do not so much delay death as accustom us to it.
If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.
We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.
Neurotic: someone who can go from the bottom to the top, and back again, without ever once touching the middle.