The Prison Is The State Writ Small.

In Middle Age, I Practiced Feeling Old, But The Real Thing Has Been A Rude Surprise.

Everything Changes As It Is Written Down.

Most Bad Luck Is The Misfortune Of Not Being An Exception.

My Taking A Seat On The Council Of The Fathers Caused A Desperate Fluttering Among My Ghosts.

Pursuit Of The Approximate Can Conclude. Not So Pursuit Of The Absolute.