In even the happiest love story, the World wins at last.
The Enlightenment needs more shadow; the Romantic Movement less.
The gods are watching, but idly, yawning.
My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts.
At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.
Mortality: not acquittal but a series of postponements is what we hope for.