We often mistake the original part of ourselves for a weakness.

In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.

Children now expect their parents to audition for approval.

My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.

Seek and Hide: the Lover gazes at the Beloved. The Beloved looks away. The Beloved turns and looks at the Lover. The Lover runs away.

Unlike life, when books become meaningless, they are making a point.

To be thoroughly modern, an aphorism should trail off vaguely rather than coming to a point.