Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.

Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.

Whether I give to a beggar or not, his existence puts me in the wrong.

Old and young disbelieve one another's truths.

At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.

The nonsense that charms is close to sense.

I am often attracted to people with whom I could not hold a five minute conversation.