The sublimity of wisdom is to do those things living, which are to be desired when dying.
Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.
Shall I give you my recipe for happiness? I find everything useful and nothing indispensable. I find everything wonderful and nothing miraculous. I reverence the body. I avoid first causes like the plague.
The longer one lives, the more one realizes that nothing is a dish for every day.
How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.
Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.