By the time I have clarified a thought, I no longer want to think it.
The perfect aphorism would achieve classical balance and then immediately upset it.
Every lover's lament has an element of boasting.
Pride sings and dances; humility sighs.
My father was a patriarch inside a matriarchy, but never knew it.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.