The wisdom of age: don't stop walking.

Gossip is dying out because fewer and fewer people care to talk about anything besides themselves.

All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.

At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.

A sympathetic look always makes me feel sorry for myself.

The cues that arouse desire are changed by Fashion, but feel like the proddings of Nature.

Stutters and snorts are meaningful but not usually referential.