Carnal knowledge is as forgettable as the other kinds.
I keep eating for fear I will be hungry.
The powerless worship Luck and Fate.
Photography knows how to authenticate its misrepresentations.
Nudity is the costume of lovers and corpses.
Wisdom is dead. Long live information.
To gain a reputation for virtue, grieve over those you injure.
Wisdom remembers. Happiness forgets.
I am easy-going right up to the borders of my self-interest.
Timidity keeps me safe and sad in a narrow room.
Writing an upbeat aphorism is a temptation, but decorum forbids.
When lying to someone, look him straight in the eye.
People may show jealousy, but hide their envy.
Experience is a great spoiler of pleasures.
Nonsense is socially OK, but not stupidity.
Dogs often remind us of the human, ail-too human. Cats, never.
An adolescent is both an impulsive child and a self-starting adult.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
In the theater of confusion, knowing the location of the exits is what counts.
Every life has a love story, even though the beloved may be imaginary, or a cat.