Dogs often remind us of the human, ail-too human. Cats, never.
Moralists love to discourse on the hollowness of success; about the hollowness of failure they are silent.
Literary criticism now is all pranks and polemics.
Once discover comfort, and there is no turning back.
Sometimes the only way to become grounded is to hit bottom.
Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.