Doubt is long-winded. Certainty is brief.
My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.
Curiosity, easily frightened, takes refuge in puzzles, murder mysteries, and spectator sports.
Retirement is a one-way trip to insignificance.
Failure makes us envious. Success makes us greedy.
Moralists love to discourse on the hollowness of success; about the hollowness of failure they are silent.
As every cockroach knows, thriving on poisons is the secret of success.
The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.
Unemployment diminishes people. Leisure enlarges them.
Vacations prove that a life of pleasure is overrated.
As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.
Indifference creates an artificial peace.
I am skeptical in principle, gullible in practice.
Jealousy is inconsolable because it cannot know the beloved.
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.
The routines of tourism are even more monotonous than those of daily life.
Cruelty is softened by fear, not pity.
Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.
Fail, and your friends feel superior. Succeed, and they feel resentful.
Most people regard getting their way as a matter of simple justice.