Diplomats lie with a heavy sense of destiny.

The children of childish parents age quickly.

Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.

The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.

The transcendental promises a vacation from history.

In psychoanalysis, only the fee is exactly what it seems to be.

Humor does not rescue us from unhappiness, but enables us to move back from it a little.