A: Everything changes. B: But not enough.
As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.
Finding a thought for an aphorism is not hard. Putting a kink in its tail is the hard part.
When disaster waves, I try not to wave back.
The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.
Creativity makes a leap, then looks to see where it is.