A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you.
The man who suspects his own tediousness has yet to be born.
Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.
The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.
He has returned from Italy a greater bore than ever; he bores on architecture, painting, statuary and music.