Do we mean love, when we say love?

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.

Mysterious affair, electricity.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.