To think of losing is to lose already.

We are also rather concerned about our moorhen who went mad while we were in Italy and began to build a nest in a tree. ... she walks about in the tree, looking as uneasy yet persevering as a district visitor in a brothel.

I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children.

The fatal flaw of gravity; when you are down, everything falls down on you.

noise is a pollution.

Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.

General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.