With Decrepitude, Longevity Has Overshot The Mark.

Either Offer Me Something I Really Like, Or Stop Trying To Tempt Me.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

Disillusionment Is Not Truth.

While We Are Reading, We Are All Don Quixote.

The Neuroses Parody The Virtues.