Americans will listen, but they do not care to read. War and Peace must wait for the leisure of retirement, which never really comes: meanwhile it helps to furnish the living room.
Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.
Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.
I mean, there's little enough in this life, really, and you only find it worth living for the odd moments, and if you think you're going to have those odd moments again, then it makes life wonderful and have a meaning.
All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.
Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.
Life is, of course, terrible.
Put it off for a bit. All life is putting off. Well, not entirely.
Every dogma has its day.
It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.