Wisdom is founded on memory; happiness on forgetfulness.
The young have stolen our youthfulness, and flaunt it without shame.
Living alone is good for privacy, bad for full-scale cooking and moving heavy furniture.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
Don't tell me it's raining when you're peeing on me!
Old age learns about less after a lifetime of more.