Self-deception Is Nature; Hypocrisy Is

Elegance Thrives On Exclusion.

After Sixty, The Self-questioning Of Middle Age Is Obsolete.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.

By Multiplying Ironies, I Evade Commitments.

Families In Which Nothing Is Ever Discussed Usually Have A Lot Not To Discuss.