If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself.

Joy is a marvelous increasing of what exists, a pure addition out of nothingness.

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been

Fame — the aggregate of all the misunderstandings that collect around a new name.

You are nearing the land that is life; you will recognize it by its seriousness.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

Go on loving what is good, simple, and ordinary.