Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.
As an elder I mistrust the wisdom of age.
Awakening in the morning returns us to life, and to awareness of death.
Some eras worship infancy; some, the aged. None as yet has adored middle age.
If I can't serve as a role model, let me serve as a warning.
The horizon is more than a convention of landscape painting, less than truth.