The writer who loses his self-doubt, who gives way as he grows old to a sudden euphoria, to prolixity, should stop writing immediately: the time has come for him to lay aside his pen.
Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
Hope costs nothing.
No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
If he's getting married, he's not longer interesting.
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.