Someone said that life is a party. You join in after it's started and leave before it's finished.
I make enemies deliberately. They are the sauce piquante to my dish of life.
Serve the dinner backward, do anything - but for goodness sake, do something weird.
I don't hate anyone. I dislike. But my dislike is the equivalent of anyone else's hate.
Giving parties is a trivial avocation, but it pays the dues for my union card in humanity.
A bore is a vacuum cleaner of society, sucking up everything and giving nothing. Bores are always eager to be seen talking to you.
Under pressure, people admit to murder, setting fire to the village church or robbing a bank, but never to being bores.
Bores put you in a mental cemetery while you are still walking.
Existence is a party. You join after its started and you leave before its finished.
Seeing unhappiness in the marriage of friends, I was content to have chosen music and laughter as a substitute for a husband.
