Friendship, According To Proust, Is

What Can It Matter To Me, That I Succeed Or Fail ? The Undertaking Is None Of Mine, If They Want Me To Succeed I'll Fail, And Vice Versa, So As Not To Be Rid Of My Tormentors.

Words Fail, There Are Times When Even They Fail.

Ah, The Old Questions, The Old Answers, There's Nothing Like Them!

If I Had The Use Of My Body, I Would Throw It Out The Window.

How Can One Better Magnify The Almighty Than By Sniggering With Him At His Little Jokes, Particularly The Poorer Ones?