We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism.

In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.

To have lived long does not necessarily imply the gathering of much wisdom and experience. One who has pedaled twenty-five thousand miles on a stationary bicycle has not circled the globe. He or she has only garnered weariness.

Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.

If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.

We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism.

We hew and saw and plane facts to make them dovetail with our prejudices, so that they become mere ornaments with which to parade our objectivity.