In every death, a busy world comes to an end.
— Mason Cooley
Art seduces, but does not exploit.
Don't stare into a mirror when you are trying to solve a problem.
No chaos, no creation. Evidence: the kitchen at mealtime.
To understand someone, find out how he spends his money.
Office politics are bloody-minded, but weak on content.
It is possible to interpret without observing, but not to observe without interpreting.
Sloth, not ill-will, makes me unjust.
Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.
I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.
Reputation runs behind the current state of affairs.
I see what you mean, but I do not think what you think.
The sage belongs to the same obsolete repertory as the virtuous maiden and the enlightened monarch.
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.
People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.
The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds.
People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.
Procrastination makes easy things hard, hard things harder.
Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty.
Kindness eases everything almost as much as money does.
Magic trick: to make people disappear, ask them to fulfill their promises.
Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.
I did not know I was in my prime until afterwards.
Rereading, we find a new book.
We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.
I have learned to keep to myself how exceptional I am.
Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.
The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.
Other people's beliefs may be myths, but not mine.
An academic dialect is perfected when its terms are hard to understand and refer only to one another.
Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.
The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.
The man in the street is always a stranger.
To be successful be ahead of your time, but only a little.
Even cats grow lonely and anxious.
Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness.
If modesty disappeared, so would exhibitionism.
Even boredom has its crises.
Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.
Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.
I'm being treated like a sex object, cried the lady. No matter. I will take care of it, said Time soothingly.
The real secrets are not the ones I tell.
The beginning of self-knowledge: recognizing that your motives are the same as other people's.
While there's life, there's fear.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.
Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge.
A blocked path also offers guidance.
Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.
Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.
