Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.
Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.
Saying "I feel guilty" is a mere form of words. Saying "I feel ashamed" is not.
People who behave at forty as they did at twenty must sometimes wonder why their charm is not working.
If your nose is up in the air, you cannot see where you are going.
Acknowledge your limitations or they will tyrannize over you.