Never ask a bore a question. |
An academic dialect is perfected when its terms are hard to understand and refer only to one another. |
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day. |
Art begins in imitation and ends in innovation. |
Reason enables us to get around in the world of ideas, but cannot prescribe our thoughts. |
The passions are the same in every conflict, large or small. |
Self-hatred and self-love are equally self-centered. |
The lonely become either thoughtful or empty. |
Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference. |
Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty. |
Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera. |
Fail, and your friends feel superior. Succeed, and they feel resentful. |
The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head. |
The only peace is being out of earshot. |
Poor but happy is not a phrase invented by a poor person. |
Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge. |
We are prepared for insults, but compliments leave us baffled. |
When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion. |
A blocked path also offers guidance. |
Humor does not rescue us from unhappiness, but enables us to move back from it a little. |