Old Men Feel A Slightly Reluctant Affection

To Be Thoroughly Modern, An Aphorism Should Trail Off Vaguely Rather Than Coming To A Point.

At Sixty, I Would Like To Give My Future Back Its Vistas Of Uncertainty.

Every Representation, Even Of An Orgy, Is A Sublimation.

Folly Always Knows The Answer.

Beauty Is Lyrical. Ugliness Is Elegiac.