Striving toward a goal puts a more pleasing construction on our advance toward death.

Profundity often goes past the issue to some deep but useless truth.

To postpone unpleasantness is human; to forget it is divine.

Commitments, not feelings, hold life together.

Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them.

Fortuna smiles and frowns according to a timetable surprising even to herself.

Constant talkers are unheard.