Mortality: not acquittal but a series of postponements is what we hope for.

Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.

Abyss-mongering makes professors and poets feel daring.

Our public monuments are memorials to the Enlightenment.

Boredom makes me sleepy or restless.

I obey my own commands about as often as others do.

Doubt is long-winded. Certainty is brief.