It Is Hard To Tell Truth, And

Old Age: I Fall Asleep During The Funerals Of My Friends.

Guilt Agonizes Over Trifles, Ignores Habitual Wrongdoing.

Narcissus Weeps To Find That His Image Does Not Return His Love.

Sacred Texts Always Offend Reason.

Illusions Are Hazardous, And So Are Disillusions.