No Dignity Without Distance.

The Aphorism Is A Slippery Plaything.

Young Poets Bewail The Passing Of Love; Old Poets, The Passing Of Time. There Is Surprisingly Little Difference.

The Muse Is Blind As Cupid And Skittish As Diana.

Asceticism Without Religion Is Just Another Way Of Cultivating Peculiar Sensations.

In Youth, Love And Art. In Age, Investments And Antiques.