Sometimes the only way to become grounded is to hit bottom.

At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.

The aphorism: a platitude that swerves, or slides all the way around.

Jealousy is inconsolable because it cannot know the beloved

By multiplying ironies, I evade commitments.

Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.

The aphorism is a slippery plaything.