No One Asked You To Be Happy.

Perhaps The Only Misplaced Curiosity Is That Which Persists In Trying To Find Out Here, On This Side Of Death, What Lies Beyond The Grave.

It Is Wise To Apply The Oil Of Refined Politeness To The Mechanisms Of Friendship.

Total Absence Of Humor Renders Life Impossible.

If We Want To Be Sincere, We Must Admit That There Is A Well-nourished Love And An Ill-nourished Love. And The Rest Is Literature.

At Sixty-three Years Of Age, Less A Quarter, One Still Has Plans.