Affection reproaches, but does not denounce. |
Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris. |
Romance is tempestuous. Love is calm. Topics: Love Is |
Human society sustains itself by transforming nature into garbage. |
Eternity eludes us, even as a thought. |
Logic teaches rules for presentation, not thinking. |
Young men preen. Old men scheme. |
Compassion brings us to a stop, and for a moment we rise above ourselves. |
At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly. |
I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am. |
A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people, and many cats prefer people to other cats. |
Cynicism is full of naive disappointments. |
Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life. |
Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence. |
My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet. |
When a man bores a woman, she complains. When a woman bores a man, he ignores her. |
The real secrets are not the ones I tell. |
If I play hard to get, soon the phone stops ringing altogether. |
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them. |
Some loves are like a vice that has ceased to give pleasure. |