Work at first rescues us, then ravages us.

I'm being treated like a sex object, cried the lady. No matter. I will take care of it, said Time soothingly.

Telescopes and binoculars endanger the ever-distant sublime.

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

Tales of adultery are much improved by period costumes.

My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts.

I create my social existence by earning and spending.