Books do furnish a room.
Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.
Life is full of internal dramas, instantaneous and sensational, played to an audience of one.
One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been...in the closest intimacy.
Parents are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfil the promise of their early years.
Self-love seems so often unrequited.