When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole.

With age, the mind grows slower and more wily.

With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.

Paradox implies that stating a contradiction disposes of it.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

Analysis is more likely to adjust evidence than to adjust itself.

To love a fool is a misfortune, but does not make one a fool.