My Nostalgia Is For The Impossible.

With Age, The Mind Grows Slower And More Wily.

Dirty Old Men, Ignoring Society, Continue To Follow Nature.

Skepticism Does Not Preserve Us From Foolhardy Deeds.

Thinking About The Universe Has Now Been Handed Over To Specialists. The Rest Of Us Merely Read About It.

Nostalgia Paints A Smile On The Stony Face Of The Past.