We pay when old for the excesses of youth.

There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

The greatest writers of this age... are aware of the mystery of our existence.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.