The Aphorism Is A Slippery Plaything.

Middle Age Went By While I Was Mourning For My Lost Youth.

Victimization Has Its Privileges, And I Want Some.

After My Spectacular Failures, I Could Not Be Satisfied With An Ordinary Success.

Reading A Great Book Causes Jolts And Frights.

The Intimacy Of Love Absolves Us Of Our Guilty Separateness.