After rejection - misery, then thoughts of revenge, and finally, oh well, another try elsewhere.

The present necessarily betrays the past.

Old age likes indecency. It's a sign of life.

I am never more myself than in my self-betrayals.

I am now old enough to make common cause with my predecessors against my successors.

Those who follow where their genitals lead them often wind up in tedious company.

Excuses change nothing, but make everyone feel better.