Experience Is A Great Spoiler Of Pleasures.

Paradox Likes Contradictions With Exits.

The Wisdom Of Age: Don't Stop Walking.

When My Beloved Arrives, I Yawn. When My Beloved Departs, I Weep.

Fame Now Wears The Halo That Once Crowned Holiness.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.