I pursue pleasure, but stingily, suspiciously.
Nothing goes sour more easily than the life of pleasure.
People often imagine that being hard to please confers a certain superiority.
The Puritan sours his pleasures by disguising them as duties.
Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
Pain pays no attention to moans or excuses.
Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.
Hope likes justification, but can do without.
Some marriages depend on domestic arguments the way the courts depend on litigation.
Yawns are hard to refute.
Sexual boredom is ousting sexual deviance as the problem.
A sure cure for boredom: fast until you are ravenous.
Boredom strives to detach, but finds itself stuck.
Faith of the bore: everything is worth saying.
People are reluctant to cite boredom as grounds for divorce.
Adrenalin dispels boredom. Run, you sufferers from ennui! Run for your lives!
A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction.
The Ancient Mariner seizes the guest at the wedding feast and will not let go until he has told all his story: the prototype of the bore.
One eventually has enough even of oneself.