Too bourgeois is an irritant, not bourgeois enough a disaster.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
Men will never be as good at being men as cats are at being cats.
Life has heuristics: only games have rules.
One is human insofar as one is difficult to model.
Life may be sacred, but try telling Life that.
The ordinary idea of goodness is so passive that it lacks its own verb: one sins, but never saints.
What you lose with age is not so much capacities as the illusion that you ever had them.
There is always a ceiling, and never a floor.
We wish, not to be understood, but to be misunderstood exactly as we misunderstand ourselves.
We say of indelible characters from life that they could be fictional; and from books, that they could be real.