Silence too can be indiscreet.
To those who ask if I have read their book, I reply: I have not yet read Homer.
The finest life is spent creating oneself, not procreating.
Seeking revenge: what a lack of foresight.
All expression, all art, is an indiscretion we commit against ourselves. This is not an 'impoverishment' but an increase in wealth, for it is in this way that we make the short hours of our lives live on beyond themselves.
What makes bad writers so annoying is their good passages.