Dreams surround our desires with ugliness and dread.
In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners.
The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.
With age, I have become both more pious and more shameless.
Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.