We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.
What is reality but the dreamworld of a limited imagination.
An aphorism is a single sentence that totally exhausts its subject.
If it doesn't work horizontally as prose... it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry.
The trouble with selfish motives is that they harden into principles, and you end up sending your kids to war for them.
One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.