Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.
Memories contain hidden editorials on current events.
Memory is imagination pinned down.
No one can remember himself as an unpleasant child.
The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn.
A quiet fool can go undiscovered for a long time.
Civilization creates discontents; barbarism creates quick endings.
I do not regret the folly of my youth, but the timidity.
Too timid to talk back, I shot my adversary.
Fear regulates. Appetite impels.
If “there is no harm in asking,” why guilt and fear when we do so?
Boredom and fear keep us working and obeying the laws.
After desolation, grief brings back our humanity.
Some crave grief like strong drink.
Fortuna likes to find a crowd and follow it.
Fortuna smiles and frowns according to a timetable surprising even to herself.
Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.
Metaphysics keeps surviving its obituaries.
Adversity can strengthen us if it does not go on too long.
My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.