The aphorist is a hit and run artist.
Many pains are imaginary, but all joys are real.
Pursuit of the approximate can conclude. Not so pursuit of the absolute.
An illicit love affair seems sweetly old-fashioned in the age of one night stands and orgies.
Loneliness is more likely to lead to fussy housekeeping than to grand views of the Universe.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.