But there is much to be said for giving up ... grand ambitions and living the most ordinary life imaginable.

I couldn't stand it. I still can't stand it. I can't stand the way things are. I cannot tolerate this age.

Boredom is the self being stuffed with itself.

The present age is demented. It is possessed by a sense of dislocation, a loss of personal identity, an alternating sentimentality and rage which, in an individual patient, could be characterized as dementia.

As for hobbies, people with stimulating hobbies suffer from the most noxious of despairs since they are tranquilized in their despair.

Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.

A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.