Political correctness is driving machismo underground and recalling effeminacy from exile.
Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.
Families in which nothing is ever discussed usually have a lot not to discuss.
The past is always waiting to entangle and deflect us.
An event is not over until everyone is tired of talking about it.
My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I am merely being witty.