At Sixty, I Would Like To Give

When I Try To Portray To Myself My Heart's Desire, Nothing Happens.

Sometimes I Discover I Have Changed My Mind Because I Have Forgotten What I Used To Think.

I Am Often Attracted To People With Whom I Could Not Hold A Five Minute Conversation.

Self-deception Is Nature; Hypocrisy Is Art.

I Wish You Joy Of Your Unhappiness, Since You Cling To It So.