The avant-garde is now stranded in the past.
The routines of tourism are even more monotonous than those of daily life.
Everyone knows that (1) happiness is the goal of life, and (2) happiness is a chimera.
Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.
Alzheimer's usually comes later than AIDS, but I decline to call that progress.
The intimacy of love absolves us of our guilty separateness.