Cynic' Is The Sentimentalist's Name For The

The Rare, Delicate Flavor Of A Life After Retiring In One's Sixties, Whatever One Has "retired" From, The Pleasure I Experienced Beyond My Job At Columbia, Is A Gift Of Life In The Last Decades. But It Is Not Easily Learned. . . . But Sometimes, The Only Way To Live Is To Get Out, Or At Least Seriously To Contemplate Getting Out, Doing The Impossible,flinging The Conventional Tea.

One Cannot Make Up Stories; One Can Only Retell In New Ways The Stories One Has Already Heard.

Quoting, Like Smoking, ... Is A Dirty Habit To Which I Am Devoted. But Then ... I Am A Professor Of English Literature; It Is An Occupational Hazard.

Is There Any Vanity Greater Than The Vanity Of Those Who Believe Themselves Without It?

We In Middle Age Require Adventure.