The Truths I Shun Follow Me, Mumbling.

Many Pains Are Imaginary, But All Joys Are Real.

If The World Would Apologize, I Might Consider A Reconciliation.

Some Eras Worship Infancy; Some, The Aged. None As Yet Has Adored Middle Age.

Self-pity Dries Up Our Sympathy For Others.

The Interest In Wisdom Is Fading. Soon There Will Not Be Enough Left To Support The Aphorism, Even Though It Tries To Amuse By Half-mocking The Wisdom It Propounds.