I Am Kept In Bondage By The

The Interest In Wisdom Is Fading. Soon There Will Not Be Enough Left To Support The Aphorism, Even Though It Tries To Amuse By Half-mocking The Wisdom It Propounds.

I Was Once In Love With Books. Now They Go Their Way And I Go Mine.

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

I Answered My Father's Demands For Sympathy With Silence.

In Retirement, Only Money And Symptoms Are Consequential.