I take it to be axiomatic that people are revolted by witnessing the shameless gratification of an appetite they do not share.

The absolute nothingness of death is a blessing. Something to look forward to.

Other-cheekism is not only a way of purifying the soul, it is also part of every weak person's survival kit.

It's a strange situation, but people will pay your fare to get you to go and tell them how to be happy.

I've always lived in the same way.

Nothing more rapidly inclines a person to go into a monastery than reading a book on etiquette. There are so many trivial ways in which it is possible to commit some social sin.

I'm happy. I don't ever have to pay anything, and I don't ever have to wash the dishes, and I don't ever have to behave nicely.