Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

When you're 50 you start thinking about things you haven't thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity - but actually it's about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial.

Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue.

If a person is to get the meaning of life he must learn to like the facts about himself -- ugly as they may seem to his sentimental vanity -- before he can learn the truth behind the facts. And the truth is never ugly.