The pleasures that once were heaven look silly at sixty-seven.
He must have been an incredibly good shot.
How foolish to think that one can ever slam the door in the face of age. Much wiser to be polite and gracious and ask him to lunch in advance.
I also avoid green vegetables. They're grossly overrated.
Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.
My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.