Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them.

A moment of eloquence enthralls us. An hour's worth leaves us stupefied.

There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.

Reason cannot break out of its own loop.

Thought maps existence; fantasy colors it.

I wish you joy of your unhappiness, since you cling to it so.

The aphorist is a hit and run artist.