Always clamping down on excitement is not self-control but fear.
If folly disappeared, wit would starve.
Full of troubles, the mind is still the only Garden of Delight.
Only death rescues us from dying.
A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.
Aphorisms have never seduced anybody, but they have fooled some into considering themselves worldly-wise.