Thought maps existence; fantasy colors it.
The sage belongs to the same obsolete repertory as the virtuous maiden and the enlightened monarch.
Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet.
My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I am merely being witty.
Dancing and running shake up the chemistry of happiness.
Comedy is hostile to profundity, and brings everything to the surface.