Finding a thought for an aphorism is not hard. Putting a kink in its tail is the hard part.

My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.

I may forget my dignity, but you may not.

When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.

I criticize myself ruthlessly, but never mention the faults of which I am truly ashamed.

Many have never felt strong, but everyone knows what it is to feel weak.

Natural Man, in our current version, is a disgruntled adolescent.