Sex and writing live on playful cruelties.

My noisy denunciation trails off in doubt.

The desire to be significant casts a pall.

I have forgiven you. Nevertheless, begone!

The suburbs: signs of life, but no proofs.

Satire is born of the cities it denounces.

God has replaced sex as the unmentionable.

Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.

One eventually has enough even of oneself.

Even in rapture, part of the mind watches.

The idealist regards facts as provisional.

Cynicism is full of naive disappointments.

Self-deception is nature; hypocrisy is art.

To appear well dressed, be skinny and tall.

Experience is a great spoiler of pleasures.

Nonsense is socially OK, but not stupidity.

Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.

Working cuts down on both folly and wisdom.

I can imagine many things, but few clearly.

Self-pity dries up our sympathy for others.

The desire to perform impedes conversation.

Yearning wants mostly to perpetuate itself.

Listening to people keeps them entertained.

The truth usually has a slightly ugly look.

Progress may feel more like loss than gain.

Boredom is the only sure cure for neurosis.

Every work of art changes its predecessors.

Funerals prove that someone is really gone.

A skyscraper is a boast in glass and steel.

Denial of one appetite sharpens the others.

Under attack, sentiments harden into dogma.

The nonsense that charms is close to sense.

silence is the most intolerable of answers.

The man in the street is always a stranger.

Critic's delight: scolding the Mighty Dead.

The right time to die is never exactly now.

Metaphysics keeps surviving its obituaries.

Pain pays no attention to moans or excuses.

The exhibitionist loves to flirt with shame

When disaster waves, I try not to wave back.

By multiplying ironies, I evade commitments.

Chastity is now treated as a sexual problem.

Bad faith makes the most of every ambiguity.

Health can be squandered, but not stored up.

Nudity is the costume of lovers and corpses.

Too timid to talk back, I shot my adversary.

Fortuna likes to find a crowd and follow it.

Few artists can afford artistic temperament.

Wisdom knows when to return death's embrace.

Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.

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