Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.
The interest in Wisdom is fading. Soon there will not be enough left to support the aphorism, even though it tries to amuse by half-mocking the Wisdom it propounds.
We are prepared for insults, but compliments leave us baffled.
The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.
I dream of summing everything up in the greatest sentence ever written.
Most people see no reason to stop arguing just because an issue has been decided.