The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.

The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.

Women encourage men to be childish, then scold them.

Philosophy likes to keen common sense on the run.

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

Not one has shown an iota of fear of death. They want to end this agony.

Without fullness of experience, length of days is nothing. When fullness of life has been achieved, shortness of days is nothing. That is perhaps why the young have usually so little fear of death; they live by intensities that the elderly have forgotten.

When I was 13 or 14, my mother used to gift me books that I was dying to read. Those are my most memorable birthday gifts.