If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.
Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.
Listening to people keeps them entertained.
Logic and fact keep interfering with the easy flow of conversation.
Malice is always authentic and sincere.
Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.
Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.
Moo may represent an idea, but only the cow knows.
My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.
My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.
Never try to leap from a standstill.
Observe decorum, and it will open a path to morality.
Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them.
Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.
Old and young disbelieve one another’s truths.
People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.
Philosophy likes to keen common sense on the run.
Reason enables us to get around in the world of ideas, but cannot prescribe our thoughts.
Reputation runs behind the current state of affairs.
Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.