The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.

How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.

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.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Do we mean love, when we say love?