What is Providence for you may be Nemesis for me.
When a paradox is widely believed, it is no longer recognized as a paradox.
At sixty, I would like to give my future back its vistas of uncertainty.
Death is just around the corner. If only it would stay there.
Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.
The more knowledge, the clearer what the doubts are.