The plastic surgeon’s knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.
A quiet well-behaved boy is likely to be both frightened and ambitious.
In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.
Masks are what they seem to be; not so the faces beneath them.
My mother’s mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.
My mother wanted to shrink from my clinging, but did not.
My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts.
Sweet smiles soften judgment. Sweet haunches unseat it.
Warning: fortune cookies don’t care what happens to you.
If we knew enough, fortune would turn out to be nature.
One who can find lemons sweet and grapes sour is ready for Dame Fortune.
When a modest man praises himself, people listen.
The modest youth somehow knows just what to do for the cameras.
A modest demeanor arouses thoughts of seduction.
Not romance but companionship makes the happiness of daily life.
Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.
Jealousy fuses megalomania and self-abandonment.
Envy grieves. Jealousy rages.
I am no longer in love, but I still have my jealousy.
Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.