The muse is blind as Cupid and skittish as Diana.

Jargon is part ceremonial robe, part false beard.

I am never more myself than in my self-betrayals.

We make some changes. But mostly changes make us.

In the museums, everything is in quotation marks.

Every parent can imagine the joys of child abuse.

Aphorisms know the angles, but not the structure.

Philosophy likes to keen common sense on the run.

Unlike the actual, the fictional explains itself.

Why do we never expect dull people to be rascals?

Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.

A quiet fool can go undiscovered for a long time.

People who expect deference resent mere civility.

Experience teaches us, but we scarcely know what.

Flattery has to overcome my mistrust, and it does.

Other people's beliefs may be myths, but not mine.

I did not know I was in my prime until afterwards.

Failure makes us envious. Success makes us greedy.

Hope, and hopelessness, persist despite the facts.

I am skeptical in principle, gullible in practice.

Unlike art and sex, money always arouses interest.

The eros of advertising is lurid but not specific.

Our punning minds rejoin what logic has separated.

Worrying is as futile as boredom, but harder work.

Authority is conferred by position, not character.

Life is always rich, thought only occasionally so.

Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.

The young break rules for fun. The old for profit.

When courtesy fails, be nasty, brutish, and short.

With decrepitude, longevity has overshot the mark.

Sleaze is a point by point refutation of elegance.

I am plain-speaking out of both sides of my mouth.

The sentimental want to be thrilled by everything.

Virtue sometimes pretends. Vice is always sincere.

Repetition comforts me for a time, then closes in.

If the current is right, one can drift to success.

Victimization has its privileges, and I want some.

Which is the supplement? Fantasy or daily routine?

Moo may represent an idea, but only the cow knows.

Courage overrides self-doubt, but does not end it.

The modernist writers found despair inspirational.

Literary criticism now is all pranks and polemics.

Boredom strives to detach, but finds itself stuck.

A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction.

The winner gives up his chance to be a good sport.

The real reality is always just around the corner.

The unknowable creates the greatest controversies.

Old age learns about less after a lifetime of more.

Expenditure now attracts fame as conquest once did.

Human nature is a scoundrel's favorite explanation.

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