Life is short, but the years are long.

Gratitude is a euphemism for resentment.

Free will is a golden thread running through the frozen matrix of fixed events.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Logic is a feeble reed, friend.

Moving parts in rubbing contact require lubrication to avoid excessive wear. Honorifics and formal politeness provide lubrication where people rub together. Often the very young, the untravelled, the naive, the sophisticated deplore these formalities as 'empty,' 'meaningless,' or 'dishonest,' and scorn to use them. No matter how 'pure' their motives, they thereby throw sand into machinery that does not work too well at best.

It's a man's business to be what he is, and to be it in style.