All charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others.

When I contemplate the accumulation of guilt and remorse which, like a garbage-can, I carry through life, and which is fed not only by the lightest action but by the most harmless pleasure, I feel Man to be of all living things the most biologically incompetent and ill-organized. Why has he acquired a seventy years life-span only to poison it incurably by the mere being of himself? Why has he thrown Conscience, like a dead rat, to putrefy in the well?

A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he set out, will have condemned himself to second-hand thoughts and to second-rate friends.

The artist is a member of the leisured classes who cannot pay for his leisure.

We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin man is wildly signaling to be let out.