Life Is Used Up All The Same,

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

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

Tolerance Is A Placid Contempt.

Think Of The Many Different Relations Of Form And Content. E.g., The Many Pairs Of Trousers And What's In Them.

Romantics Consider Common Sense Vulgar.