I regret. I apologize. I blame myself. I continue as before.
Finding a thought for an aphorism is not hard. Putting a kink in its tail is the hard part.
With age, comfort becomes more seductive than beauty.
Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.
Sometimes "Yes" is rhetoric enough.
The lyric deals with love and sorrow, the aphorism with contradiction and deceit.