Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.
Aphorisms know the angles, but not the structure.
The Muses inspire art and pretend not to notice when Mammon buys it.
No one could be the way I remember my father.
Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.
Expensive advertising courts us with hints and images. The ordinary kind merely says, Buy.