Writers mean more than they say and say more than they mean.
The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.
The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.
The absolute has moved into the fortress of the absurd.
Perhaps fortunately, no one has ever found out what it would be like to have all his wishes fulfilled.
At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.