I am now old enough to make common cause with my predecessors against my successors.
At sixty, I would like to give my future back its vistas of uncertainty.
Nothing easier than to confuse busyness with goodness.
Bad faith makes the most of every ambiguity.
An academic dialect is perfected when its terms are hard to understand and refer only to one another.
Thank God for the passing of the discomforts and vile cuisine of the age of chivalry!