No matter how close thought sticks to the actual, it follows its own rules.
Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.
Some eras worship infancy; some, the aged. None as yet has adored middle age.
Infallibility and invincible ignorance are the same thing.
With age, comfort becomes more seductive than beauty.
Ideology has shaped the very sofa on which I sit.