I just know so many people who have six or seven foreign languages and have read everything and have musical training and they are still dorks.
I know how deeply slothful I am.
In recompense, envy may be the subtlest - perhaps I should say the most insidious - of the seven deadly sins.
One serious drawback about letters is that, in order to get them, one must send some out. When it comes to the mail, I feel it is better to receive than to give.
The pleasure of jogging and running is rather like that of wearing a fur coat in Texas in August: the true joy comes in being able to take the damn thing off.
I am basically a complainer and all the grounds for complaint have been swept out from under me.
