The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.
Life is painful, nasty and short... in my case it has only been painful and nasty.
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.
The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.
To love without criticism is to be betrayed.
What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.
Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?
Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.
The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.
A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.
An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.
New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
After all, it is not where one washes one's neck that counts but where one moistens one's throat.
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