I wish that politicians who can't add 2 + 2 would stop saying, "By my calculus... ."
We all have a life story, and the clue to the ending is not necessarily in a chapter already written.
It's curious how so many people who are old and cynical believe exactly what they were taught when they were young and gullible.
There is this sense you get in old age of having outlived your completed memoirs.
One of the easier questions to answer in life is why you have so little when you ask so little.
The strongest person is vulnerable in some way, and the weakest strong in some way. In exactly what way neither knows until they are tested, and in fact, until they are tested, neither knows which person they are.
Maybe the world is made such a perilous place so that no one would ever think they were meant to face such peril alone.
You get to an age when fewer things pique your curiosity than pique your don't-give-a-damn.
In explaining one's self to others, one should make especially clear the part where the explanation is over.
After a lifetime of receiving consolation prizes, I finally finished first, and know what -- it's actually more consoling.
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