The interest in Wisdom is fading. Soon there will not be enough left to support the aphorism, even though it tries to amuse by half-mocking the Wisdom it propounds.

The beginning of self-knowledge: recognizing that your motives are the same as other people's.

The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.

Shameless: Punish me for my desire if you will. It burns still.

Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.

The nature of language may determine what most people say, but I always speak my own meaning.

All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.