A sense of absurdity interferes with my efforts to appear venerable.
Beggars remind us that not all miseries arise from our ideas.
To postpone unpleasantness is human; to forget it is divine.
Loneliness is more likely to lead to fussy housekeeping than to grand views of the Universe.
The aphorism wants to be at the same time both main line and off beat.
Was there a little time between the invention of language and the coming of true and false?