In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.

Thank God for the passing of the discomforts and vile cuisine of the age of chivalry!

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

Methodology gives those with no ideas something to do.

Thrift is an attractive idea until you get down to specifics.

If I had found the words I was looking for, I would not have read so much.

Maxims are sharp-edged half-truths.