Anyone who feels like a fool has made a good beginning.
To love a fool is a misfortune, but does not make one a fool.
The educated can listen impassively to almost anything.
The young are just as opinionated as the old, but have more exciting things to do than sit around airing their opinions all day.
My young friend supposes his ingenuousness is merely a ruse.
The trouble with the young people today is that it is they who are young.
The young have stolen our youthfulness, and flaunt it without shame.
In youth, love and art. In age, investments and antiques.
The young break rules for fun. The old for profit.
Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet.
The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.
Self-criticism expands the opportunities for discourse and eliminates the need for an adversary.
Malevolence is shameful but satisfying.
The villain may be good looking, but his smile is never quite right.
I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart’s desire.
As desire recedes, the world becomes clear, pale, and empty.
Yearning wants mostly to perpetuate itself.
Rebuttals never alter desire.
Shameless: Punish me for my desire if you will. It burns still.
I am kept in bondage by the moles of my beloved.