Only one deception is possible in the infinite sense, self-deception.

Busyness, keeping up with others, hustling hither and yon, makes it almost impossible for an individual to form a heart.

Deep within every man there lies the dread of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the tremendous household of millions and millions.

Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.

Do it or don't do it - you will regret both.

Sleeping is the height of genius

Your own tactic is to train yourself in the art of becoming enigmatic to everybody. My young friend, suppose there was no one who troubld himself to guess your riddle--what joy, then, would you have in it?